So we're on Spring Break. A full week of no school to rush to, no days where one of us is gone all day, etc. Glorious. And I checked out the entire Harry Potter series because I had the yearning to read it again. And that was fine on Sunday and Monday while we were in El Paso. But I have homework that needs to be done. And it's not getting done. Apparently my self-discipline gets very weak when the word vacation is floating around. It doesn't help that part of my homework is reading "Black Boy" by Richard Wright, a book that I'm sure is wonderful and illuminating. I just never had any desire to read it. Nor any of Obama's books, which is what's next for my wonderful Autobiography class. When I think autobiographies I think of the ones I read as a kid: Audrey Hepburn, Katharine Hepburn, Ava Gardner, and so on and so forth. But no, we're reading serious things. Every single shorter reading has been out racial oppression in America, which frankly starts to get depressing. It's probably good that I'm expanding my reading of that subject matter beyond Uncle Tom's Cabin. But did I mention the depressing part? I hate reading about oppression of any race, which is why I can't watch most westerns with Native Americans. I want to shout at everyone who thinks they're better than them.
And I'm going to be late for work. Ta.