Totally Random

To great insult to my ego, I thought I got an okay grade on the Romanticism Test, but Alex Weaver got a 95% and had to kill my good mood with "eh, it's all right... it's not a 98% or anything". Progress reports are out tomorrow. I'm somewhat depressed over it. You know, I try to fight the man, but it's so difficult when my success is contingent upon working with the man. I know I am going to end up in some shitty university over this.

I'm reading a book about Japanese internment camps in WW2. Two accounts particulary disturbed me. A Japanese man was shot in the leg by one of the guards and had to have his leg amputated, instead of offering reparations after the war had ended, he was charged for the bullet he was shot with. Another story, a teenage boy was shot trying to escape, and the guards hung his blood stained t-shirt in the cafeteria to remind the other prisoners of the "consequences" of trying to escape.