Gold Day. Formerly A Day. Day 9.

Everywhere the cicadas are, the air literally echoes with longing. Some people find this really annoying. Personally I find it aspirational and so every seven years, like the cicada I allow myself to feel. To express. To emote. To irritate people with my high-pitched trilling. Nature holds so many mirrors and all we need to do is look under the right log to find ourselves staring back as we truly are.

AP Government watched a video to help understand the electoral college. We then trekked to the cafeteria like fallen tree sloths to pick up our text books. I gave back the homework and asked that it be stored in a binder of some sort.

U.S. History learned about the history behind the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, the need to reconstruct the Union following the Civil War and some of the options we faced. I am waiting on WAVES to be turned in. It is due soon, and I gave no other work. We looked at the very latest media craze from the pre-civil war era. If you are interested ask. I have a box of interesting Civil War things. The class was asked to get textbooks from the cafeteria and they seemed disturbed by this. They have decided the text book is optional. I have not.

We had a lockdown and a fire drill. We were all saved from an imaginary fire, by my imaginary heroics. My story can be read upon request in my short play "The Burning" part 3.5. I hope that when it is finally presented on Broadway my part will be played by Ben Kingsley and the class will be played by the same cast using the same costumes as the Broadway show "Cats". It should be a great night of theater where we will genuinely have a good reason to scream "fire" in a theater and still expect it to remain protected speech.