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mind games, bwahahahah
Jan. 31st, 2003 01:44 pmI've begun to play a little game with a first-year I've found.
The game started two days ago, when I saw a punky kid walking by the castle and thought he looked like the little punk boy who is in my Wealth & Poverty discussion section. By punky here, I mean the sort who wear surplus fatigue jackets with stubby metal studs added, sew punk-rock bands' patches onto the aforementioned jackets, as well as onto their bags and occasionally pants, favor hoodies as part of their everyday attire, and believe in The Man and in Damning him.
The little punk boy in my section for example, reported himself an anarchist. (And he admitted that this class's idea of looking *within the system* for ways to solve social-justice issues was new territory for him. I thought that was an oddly cute sentiment. Earnest little punk boy.) Also he drew an unusually artistic name-tag for himself when we all made them during the first session, so I had learned his name: Josh.
The studded-fatigue-jacket-clad guy walking by the castle was simultaneously wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, thus rendering his face invisible, although some hair curled out around the edge. Corroborating the color & curliness of his hair with the band's patches on his bag, I decided I knew him and hazarded "Hi Josh." He immediately turned around and looking slightly wary said "Jackson."
Ooops, wrong punky freshmin!
Today I saw the boy again, though, and this time I could tell him apart from my classmate. "What the heck," I said to myself, "let's see if I can get his name right this time!" The freshmins are meeting so many new people they can never be sure if they know you or not, anyway. I never have really met this kid, but he didn't seem sure of that.
"Hey Jeffrey!" I called, and Jackson again replies: "Jackson."
This is the point where I decided it is a game. I shall keep greeting this kid until I run out of J-names, or he asks if he knows me, whichever comes first! I'll let you know which one happens...
I continue to ignore the important things.
The game started two days ago, when I saw a punky kid walking by the castle and thought he looked like the little punk boy who is in my Wealth & Poverty discussion section. By punky here, I mean the sort who wear surplus fatigue jackets with stubby metal studs added, sew punk-rock bands' patches onto the aforementioned jackets, as well as onto their bags and occasionally pants, favor hoodies as part of their everyday attire, and believe in The Man and in Damning him.
The little punk boy in my section for example, reported himself an anarchist. (And he admitted that this class's idea of looking *within the system* for ways to solve social-justice issues was new territory for him. I thought that was an oddly cute sentiment. Earnest little punk boy.) Also he drew an unusually artistic name-tag for himself when we all made them during the first session, so I had learned his name: Josh.
The studded-fatigue-jacket-clad guy walking by the castle was simultaneously wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, thus rendering his face invisible, although some hair curled out around the edge. Corroborating the color & curliness of his hair with the band's patches on his bag, I decided I knew him and hazarded "Hi Josh." He immediately turned around and looking slightly wary said "Jackson."
Ooops, wrong punky freshmin!
Today I saw the boy again, though, and this time I could tell him apart from my classmate. "What the heck," I said to myself, "let's see if I can get his name right this time!" The freshmins are meeting so many new people they can never be sure if they know you or not, anyway. I never have really met this kid, but he didn't seem sure of that.
"Hey Jeffrey!" I called, and Jackson again replies: "Jackson."
This is the point where I decided it is a game. I shall keep greeting this kid until I run out of J-names, or he asks if he knows me, whichever comes first! I'll let you know which one happens...
I continue to ignore the important things.
