The Art of Harkness

Harkness.

It's what my school is known for. Well, that amoung other things. But Harkness is a big one. In fact, it's the reason I came here. I like discussion, in fact I thrive on it.

Know what I don't like? People who don't understand that there is indeed a wrong and right way to Harkness. These people bug the crap out of me.

Today was a perfect example.

Today, I walked into Medieval World ready and excited for another brilliant Harkness discussion. Now, I won't lie, I'm an agressive Harknesser. I like to talk and muse, and I love it when I strike on a point the teacher was dying for someone to realise. I told you, I thrive on Harkness. Unfortunately, today was not my best day. Not because I wasn't prepared, or because my reasoning was off. No, today was bad because two people took it upon themselves to be the Assholes of the Day.

Congratulations Mr. Morgan and Miss Hayes, you've successfully demeaned what this school is about. I'm sure your parents are very proud.

I'm new to the class. My schedule was changed and now I have been blessed with the wonderful Mr. Hertig as my professor. Well, being my second day in class I felt I should really step it up, y'know, show them I know what I'm talking about?

I spoke up about ten minutes into conversation. As soon as I opened my mouth Nate and Caroline (yeah, no anonymity for assholes) gave each other that look. You know it. The one that says, "Oh, dear Lord, here she goes." I hate that look. I've been receiving it all my life. It brings back painful memories. Memories of a time when people didn't like me too much.

That look makes me uncomfortable and it makes me scared. I doubt myself and then I feel stupid. I remember when people hated the sound of my voice and I don't want to go back to wondering if people really, genuinely like me. That's no way to live.

So, I'm a bit dejected and more than a little pissed off. I try to speak again. Maybe I did cut Nate off. I'm sorry if I did, but I thought he was done speaking. For the rest of class they gave me that look.

And it's not just them. A lot of people don't know how to Harkness. I know I'm certainly no expert, but there's some things that are just common sense and courtesy.

Remember, we sit at a round table; there are no corners for you hide yourself.

Glee Club and Barnacles

If you couldn't already tell by the title, I'm in somewhat of a good mood today. Why? Well, let me give you a run down on what's happened since the last post:

1)I made some friends. Katie and Ana are womderful. And I've met two other girls called Sam and Gina. I lurver them and am slightly depressed that none of the girls I've bonded with are in my dorm. Not that I don't like my dormies. No, not at all! They're all really great girls and I do my best to say hello ane be warm whenever I see them. The fact of the matter is that we have little to nothing in common and I feel that if we ever tried to go beyond a simple salutation the conversation would go south pretty quickly.

2) I now have Kurt Cobain's lovely voice saved to my computer and can listen to him should it strike my fancy.

3) CUTE BOYS. Yeah, this one's a bit shallow, but if you saw some of the boys in my school, you'd give them their own number as well.

4) Barnacles. Okay, so yesterday I had Bio and guess what we shoved under our sterescopes? That's right, barnacles! Did you know the little buggers are alive? Well, under a 'scope you can see them open and close their little shells and throw out their feathery appendages to catch food. The animal kingdom is glorious, no?

5) I'm learning French. Bien, oui?

6) GLEE CLUB! I have just joined Glee Club and could not be happier! Something about hearing all those voices come together...It just sooo inspiring. And though I've barely talked to him, I absolutely adore my director, Mr. Turner. He talked me into doing it even though I barely read notes and understand like zero muscial theory.

So, I imagine anyone who's reaading this might think "Glee Club? WTF you geek!" Well, those people don't understand the beauty and comraderie that comes from lifting your voice with a multitude. I felt like that was were I belonged...Not out of place one bit, which is odd since, again, I can't read music.

Some people get called to the clergy...some to humanitarianism...me?
I got called to Glee Club.

"It doesn't need to be right, it just needs to be beautiful."
-- Mr. Turner