Switching into English 12 B with Schoenborn seems like it was a good idea. I still feel as if I'm being bounced around by an indemnable school system, but that feeling is omnipresent. The teacher seems rather sanguine, but that feeling also seems to linger on the tips of my awareness. In a perfect world I would have skipped high school, that's just a strong opinion I hold not a fact . The first full week of this class feels like an introductory exposay into self aware thought, which only reinforces my apparent apathy in the face of this feeling of being patronized. On an entirely different note I restarted reading PKD's "The Man in the High Castle" which enthralls, as promised by his other pieces. Good literature is a requisition from despotism for a requiem from illiterate reality.