Some people really like numbers… they have an affinity with the pattern, with the black and white, with the idea of there being one foundational truth. They like the right or wrong clarity, the comfort of repeated pattern.

I am a word person. I like the way you can write the same thing ten different ways, and can add an implication or innuendo just through the connotation of one word. Words collect baggage... they are weighted with the interpretation of society, words which say seemingly the same thing actually insinuate different things entirely. You can express things through the tone, the pattern, even the grammar… words are wonderfully ambiguous and never clear cut.

I like the shades of grey.

It is this alarming tendency towards inaccuracy and my intense dislike for detail which makes me so wafty, I am sure. But, I am thoroughly convinced that I am brilliant in this said waftiness.

Even if I do occasionally fall down holes I ought to have seen.

Today was my second day at school in quite some time and it seems very little has changed, although now I know about the cash rate which is better than not knowing, I suppose. Despite the fact that my Classical studies teacher is well past menopause and is (hopefully) nearing death, she is currently very obsessed with my individual study on Ancient Athenian attitudes toward sexuality. I was focussing on social context… she keep cackling about the actual practices and printing off pictures of old vases. Old vases with images that would these days attract a rating. Ones with details that couldn’t even be decorously covered with fig leaves. Those kind of vases. Some old male Greek’s private collection, exposed to anybody with internet access now that he is long dead, undoubtedly.

One girl in my Classics class insists on grandstanding her opinion, loudly, over the top of other people. She is a) ignorant and b) won’t listen to anybody else at all. I could take her, easily, in so many ways. It seems unfair, after all I do have an age advantage, so I keep silent. And clearly an intellectual advantage as well, but be that as it may. The time will come, though, when I will not be able to listen to her misguided opinion and will argue back with the full benefit of my debating background. I will do it til she is writhing in shame. Begging me to let up. I will tell her that skim-reading Plato and proclaiming it loudly has nothing to do with understanding the message of it. I will then go on to prove it, by arguing the issues with her.

At the moment she thinks she is the only person in the class, possibly the school, who has read Republic. Poor misguided child. It is also apparent from her comments that she hasn’t read it all.

Strangely this comes after my criticism of young Ryan for not having read it. Finally I have somebody to talk about it with, and she is an absolute idiot. Disappointment after disappointment is all I see. But this girl wants to watch out, misquoting Plato, or I will soon be putting her in place. The other day she told us the Hippocratic Oath was to prevent public servants from going against the law. One does not need to be a medical student to see the error in that.

I think I would kill her with hemlock.

Fortunately my other classes possess more intelligent members, perhaps with the exception of the Freaky Freakin’ Freak in economics, but he keeps his head down because his girlfriend is in that class also. It is no secret that she does his homework.

So at the moment Ethan is loving Bob the Builder, and the CD is going in my car, and all I can think of is the theme song… the chorus is running like a loop of hold music through my head.

I shan’t waste hemlock on Bob the Builder, I will squish him with a rolling pin. Plasticine is wondrous stuff.

I am rather ill again, I am even going to make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow which means I am actually drastically ill, because I am currently avoiding my doctor. They make you read hideous out of date magazines in the waiting room and then charge you through the nose. Where is the Hippocratic Oath when you need it?!?

In light of this, and my current aggravation with my Classics class, I am going to enjoy the new show on ABC, the First Tuesdays Book Club, which starts tonight in an hour.

Included HERE, for your benefit, is a link to the Hippocratic Oath. Enjoy.