Day 20.

I'm still here at my desk. It is 4:52 and I am as sessile as a sea sponge. Some things are crafted over generations, like railroads or cities. Others take longer. What pleasure nature and nature's god take from stealing a coal from a dying era of dinosaurs and plants and crushing it into a diamond? Or consider a universe in it's entirety with it's unknow depths and depths we don't know we don't know. That is how I am writing the test for AP Government. I am going to take the knowledge I have shared and the experience I have lived with my class, and crush it into a test that is akin to a diamond. It will be my opus, my cosmology my heritage. Years from now children will hide under their sheets at night while their grandparents tell them about the test that stretched the fabric of the universe by being greater than the expanse that was meant to hold it in. This will be my greatest act of intellectual violence. A test so intense that the grandchildren of those that take it on Thursday will still be getting F's 70 years from that day. So I toil.

Oh, I will also be heading over to the volleyball game later. I was accosted by some volleyball thugs in the hallway and I feel that if I don't go I will regret it. One time I didn't go to a kid's quinceañera. She is now 37 and she still calls me once a year to remind me. Honestly I think I could fight the quinceañera kid and maybe win, but there is no way I'm fighting the entire girl's volleyball team. I learned my lesson the first time I fought them years ago.