Old School

Thursday/ Jueves

3 of October 2013

A bit of housekeeping- here is the list of songs Carlos wants me to learn for his band:

-When I Come Around by Green Day

– Smoke On The Water by Deep Purple

– Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

– Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers

-It’s My Life by Bon Jovi

I’m so excited to become a rockstar and play with them at the bar, although I’ll admit I’m a little nervous. Paul said he’s lend me his hundred pound keyboard, since I don’t have one here in Playa, and that’s another thing I can’t wait for. Also, here’s a list of the books I’m ordering from Amazon that Papa will bring with him to Mexico when he comes in a couple weeks:

-Anna Karenina

-A Clockwork Orange

-The Crucible

-The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Nighttime

-The Strange Case Of Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde

-The Great Gatsby

-Jane Eyre

-Memoirs Of A Dutiful Daughter

-My Sister’s Keeper

-Of Mice And Men

-Old School

– Rescuing Patty Hearst

-The Shadow Of The Wind

The Story Of My Life: Helen Keller

-The Time Traveler’s Wife

The True And Outstanding Adventures Of The Hunt Sisters

-The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

Currently, I’m working on the 700 page biography of Martin Luther King, Jr., and well as George Orwell’s Animal Farm, and Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass. I’ve shirked a bit on that last book- the constant contraries give me a bit of a headache, and the book is a bit slow paced for my taste because of it. In any case, I adore books and always have. Whether it’s crisp, architectural print and sharp, white pages or worn, yellowed, and frayed pages ran through a typewriter, I can’t seem to capture enough words. The best way I can describe it is as if books are a picture show, one that illuminates my mind and turns it round and round in wise, capable hands of beauty and tragedy and scalloped work; generation upon generation of molded, tossed, revisited, and revised words. Is it the soft sound as the pages whisper by, or the anonymity of each sentence as it passes that drew me to the books? Maybe it is the enormity of the world’s library that plagues my mind and shuffles through every surface; these potent, pulpous words in between cardboard covers that made Big Brother arise in a communist flurry. Is conformity to a generation synonymous with the destruction of written literature? Who knows, but I will always stand beside the paper before the electronic Kindle and other devices.

My day was a bit standoffish, if a day can be such a thing. We went to school, but only six other kids showed up to class and every room had a low count of kids. I guess the government’s day off because of the rains was taken seriously- as an excuse to skip school. Lots of minor tidbits happened, just like everyday, but today they included a long conversation with Heather, the English teacher for secundaria; I also learned that tomorrow is my class’s field trip to Cancun to check out a museum for history. I’ll update you!

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