I heart math class. Estimated math efficiency over the past three classes is 60 out of 135 possible class minutes. It's remarkable. Larsen played "Blackbird" today (excellently), which he is doing in Banua, and before that we did a whole rundown of Banua. Kinnare came in late, so that delayed things a little more. Then at math practice we talked about certain undisclosed Damian-related items. Fascinating, absolutely fascinating. There was a grapefruit involved, but that's not very important. Nothing more can be revealed at this time. As Mr. Finnell said, "Damian is a nice boy."

Anyway, I'm thinking radio show tomorrow. It's going to be fun. The only problem is that The morning slot is pretty tight on time. Primary coverage, State of the Union, and whatever else we pull out of the paper and various other sources.

English class was about 17th-century sex poetry.
"You're not getting any younger. Let's have wild, wild sex." seems to be the theme.

So, Scholastic Bowl, not so good. We sucked, and then we got a little better. 2-3 and three on the day. The B team beat us (not directly, but they went 3-2), with the dynamic duo of Kohout and Brook Smith, who reminds me of a young Peter Gallagher. But anyway, it seems like the team will be in good hands.