My humour-filled contribution to today's entry:

You know you've had too much math when you hear that Trotsky was a significant figure and you ask yourself "How many?"

Just an inspiration that arose during my various dream-filled escapades during history class. And perhaps to dig into the fact that many of my friends who are seniors happen to graduate this Saturday, here's a bit of facts about my schedule. (Yes, I know, theres less than 20 days left of school): I have 34 hours of class per week (for those of you without a calculator, thats 6.8 hours a day.) So theoretically if I were to start school at 8, I would be done at 3, including a generous one hour for lunch, right? No... my school has to spread that out from 8 to 6, so that I have gaps of free (supposed-to-be-for-homework-but-entirely-useless) hours here and there. So yes, where I could end the day at 3, I come home disheveled and miserable at 6. But I shan't complain. I complain too much, or so people say. I guess that's sorta true, although I've made a conscious effort (like the one at present) to prevent myself from complaining. Its ironic because I don't really like people who complain a lot. I guess I should record my whole entire day on video and look at how many hypocritical things I'm doing every day.

As I dutifully promised, here's a dedication to all my fellow friends who might be graduating in Sao Paulo, Brazil this Saturday (it was written a while ago hence the reference to going to school):

To all the seniors and grads:
Congratulations Class of 2004! I know its strange for me to be saying this, but I know the time you've all been waiting for has finally arrived, and its becoming harder and harder to come to school-- not because you don't like the classes, but because you know that every hour passed is one hour less together with the people you've come to know as the best of your friends. More like brothers and sisters, no doubt. I'm sure that you all are the best of the best, and it pains me to know that I won't be able to attend your graduation. I was at PACA long enough to know that wherever in the world you may travel to, wherever you may study, your Christian faith, and the wonderful relationship with Him that you established at school will guide you. And I was at PACA long enough to know that yours is a wonderful class, one that consistently shouted "Juniors" last year when you were supposed to be following the cheerleaders at the assembly. Its a pity I couldn't get to know you all too well, save a few that I was priviledged to know, thanks to the long bus rides and StuCo.
I will keep this brief, but my well-wishes for you all will continue in my prayers for your class.
If anyone passes Paris during the summer, I'd be more than happy to guide you around! Just email me in advance or call me once you get there.
May God bless you all,
Rio

Written on Thursday, June 3 at 8:38 PM