The opposite of love…

Tonight is simply one of those nights where I am overly frustrated with the state of the world and society at large. Injustice runs rampant and nobody seems to take an active approach to correct the problem. Those people that could potentially make a difference are too unethical and apathetic to do so, and those who strive and hope for a better world aren’t in a position to accomplish anything. I, unfortunately, fall somewhere between those two extremes. I’m not particularly in a place to evoke change, but I also don’t unrealistically believe that things will improve.

Elie Wiesel said that “the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” I believe that I have reached that point. I don’t hate the world in which I live, but rather I’m indifferently sitting back, watching the hope and my personal reveries drip slowly out of my ear.

That is all… or at least all I’m going to share with you.

|:| Zach |:|

School

Today at school, one of my favourite kids was getting ready to leave and he said “goodbye Tom.” I looked at him strangely confused and said “my name isn’t Tom.” To that he replied, “I know, but I didn’t know your name.” I just thought it was cute that since he didn’t know my name, he just randomly chose a common one and hoped for the best. Those are the moments that make it all worth it. 🙂

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And another weekend comes to a close

Yet again a weekend has come and gone. As usual, it flew by without me even knowing. This week is going to be somewhat challenging because of the amount of assignments that are due. On Wednesday, my SPSS worksheet for stats is due. On Thursday, my philosophy of education is due. On Friday, I have to give a presentation in adolescent psychology on the book Monster by Walter Dean Myers and take a stats test on the z-test and various t-tests.

Not only are all those things due this week, but I have a bunch of other assignments that need to be started and worked on this week. My original book for children’s literature is coming due soon, as is my report on the book The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides.

Aside from all the academic stuff, I have to get my car back to the shop for various finishing touches, get it inspected and emissions approved, and get my new plates. I also need to finish up a computer I’m building for my Uncle, and get over to fix someone else’s computer.

Blarg!

|:| Zach |:|