Hostile Takeover Turns Out Pleasant

Our shy people club's planned hijacking of the discussion in today's theory class went over quite well, as our members did most of the speaking. This is not to say that it was a quiet class or anything, as several riveting discussions took place, all of them boisterous. Professor actually stepped in to keep people from interrupting others instead of turning her attention to the loudest comer. It was nice. The readings were in English, the standard variety, so I am beginning to think "Discourse" was a bit of a fluke. There's still a lot to go, however, and while the writing is picking up, the ideas put forward are still questionable at best.

Workshop was transferred to a coffee house, due to some family obligations that put the professor in another part of town for the morning. No complaints here. The corporate boardroom setting is a bit stifling to our creativity anyway, and the coffee house had some terrific background music for one of the pieces we were workshopping. The real reason nothing intelligent is spawned in a corporate meeting is not that all the businessmen have mental problems. They're actually very bright, in the proper setting. But that setting is not the boardroom. That huge polished wood table with the high-backed, heavily-upholstered swirly chairs sucks the intelligent creativity right out of people, like tornado sucking Dorothy out of Kansas. Ah well. We'll be back in that room for other reasons the next time we meet.

Got to know one of the secretaries here during lunch today. Knowing the secretaries and being on better than good terms with them is the most practical thing one can do when one is inserted into new settings. The secretaries often can do more for you than anyone else, they often know more than anyone else, and they often are friendlier than anyone else. They are the best allies one can have in almost any dispute, because they can acquire backup in any form needed. So. I got to know a secretary. Excellent.

Still listening to "The Swan" but I don't know why anymore. I just turn it on before starting the readings. Maybe it puts me in the mind frame to tolerate the lofty, "I'm better than you can ever hope to be" language the pompous little bastards use in the articles I'm reading. Perhaps this is why theory is looking up. In that case, "The Swan" will become my theme song. Utter tranquility, patience divinely infinite, calmness spreading throughout the body...

Found a post office on campus! I'll mail my bills tomorrow, before class, and maybe even a letter. Ha ha! I'd have to write the letter to send it, and I lack the time for that. Strangely, I don't lack the time for this. Maybe that's because I'm keeping this thing and its twin thing alive for class next fall. Who can say? This is my venting, spewing forth of nonsense page. No one really reads it, or at least, no one ever comments, so it doesn't matter what I write. Not that I'd change anything if someone did read it... But I treat this as an outlet for the things I must never tell another soul, in person. And so, hurrah!--because if they're reading this, it isn't in person.

Oh well. The readings are thick tonight, and are joined by the rest of my workshop readings. So I must leave to take care of less pleasurable business. End.