disposition

Bonjour tout le monde. If there are any, that is.

The cruiser is sailing smoothly. Class 9 is good and so am I. for those who care.

I know that I haven’t exactly been regular with the posting, but nor have those few readers, in commenting.
[Statutory Warning: I am in a highly/ dangerously cynical mood.]
Anyway, as not many are reading the posts, I’ll put a toe across the line and write a more boring post. More for myself, really.
My table’s direction’s been changed for the 4^th time. Hope it makes a difference this time.
As I don’t use it anyway and is gaining a layer of dust lately, at least it’s changing its position once in a while.
Frankly, I don’t have much to write about. Things are as normal as they can be.
The same old classmates, the same tiring bus journey back home and the same vicinity.
Oh well, maybe I’m being way too pessimistic.

“

The world is a balance of optimists and pessimists. The optimist makes the airplane and the pessimist makes the parachute.

”

True.

I like the history/ civics they teach in class these days. It’s different and more appealing. Like the French, Polish and Chile history.
I had enough of the grave mistakes and triumphs in Indian history, last year.
English is alright, we’ve got a proper, typical (and obviously austere) teacher. For a change.

The literature is pretty fun because you can contradict and fight with the teacher over superfluous details. Like, “Why would anyone just walk away and snack with a sinister lady in white?” or “What would be the reason behind a lady strolling at the station looking to whisk away innocent boys waiting for their train?”

As you’ve certainly inferred, we’re studying the Ruskin Bond's, ‘Woman at Platform 8’.

I got this Joke Book from my neighbor to have some entertaining company. From the moment I got the book, I couldn’t stop laughing. Some day I intend to read it.
My sense of humor has become worse than it already was, as you can see.

Here’s an excerpt.

Psychiatrist: Congratulations, Mr. Young. You’re finally cured of your delusion. But why are you so sad?

Mr. Young: Wouldn’t you be sad if you were the President of the United States yesterday and the next day you are nobody?

*

Psychiatrist: Mr. Strange, I understand your problem is that you constantly contradict people. Right?

Patient: Wrong.

Psychiatrist: I must be mistaken then.

Patient: No, you’re not.

Psychiatrist: Oh, I get it. You’re contradicting everything I say.

Patient: That’s ridiculous.

Psychiatrist: I see. Then you’re perfectly sane.

Patient: Ha! I’m as crazy as a loon.

Psychiatrist: Ah, we’re finally making some progress.

Sounds familiar, huh?