Keep on Learning, Baby

Irina dragged me all over town—cold, dark, pointless until we’re eating spaghetti with sausages on her plasma TV watching According to Jim. You walk, you suffer, you get fed. Basic transaction.

I’ve been grinding through German exercises and French Revolution dates. High school graduation bearing down. Not naturally my thing, but Ana’s become this complete study monster and she actually wants to help me with Spanish and maths. School does that sometimes, brings people together. Becca’s different now—less tension, more just accepting we’re going separate ways. That’s fine. Better than whatever was happening before.

Last night I helped Ana with Latin, which never stops being weird. Fixed Internet Explorer on her computer too so my website actually renders right. Small tech wins hit different—you fix a thing, you made something work, there’s this little dopamine thing that happens.

By the time Ana walked me halfway to the station it was past ten. The platform at that hour has this specific energy. Strange people, all of them off in some small way. You’re grateful you’re not actually getting on a train with them.

Back to studying the French Revolution now. There’s something about dead history that makes the present manageable. Tomorrow more of the same. Everything’s better than it was.