Philosophy class yesterday:
There were five of us students and our third year proctor who was meant to be controlling our discussion and it was all going really well. I had thankfully managed to find the right reading to read so i knew what i was talking about and we were slowly working our way through the questions that we had to answer. Then we came to question 3. Now when i was sitting at home the night before quite late, i came up with an answer to question three that was quick and easy, but also as i wrote it down, incredibly accurate, poignent, and humerous. So as we breached question three there was a pause as everyone was waiting for someone else to go first - my heart said 'shout your answer out justin, say it loud and proud and tell everyone how cool you think it is', but my mind said, 'stay cool, wait for someone else to say their answer which will be inferior to yours then nonchalantly say yours - this way you will look even cooler'. By now my heart is beating really fast doof doof doof, and i'm thinking 'ahh what if i say it wrong', 'what if they don't get it'. But I wait... the question is read by our proctor 'how would you define wisdom?', still i wait, as an unclear definition is made, then i strike, 'Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad' - and there was a pause for at least one second where everyone was looking at me with a blank face, then they all started laughing and commenting on how great that was. Yeah, nailed it!

The last two nights in a row i've gone out for tea with Ben and his parents who have come to visit him here, the first time it was just me and them, then last night it was with Andii and Celine as well. They paid both times which was very nice, and the food was fantastic - we ate at some pretty high class places - my meals cost pretty close to or over £10 and at the second place they took my jacket from me and put it in a closet - pretty high brow eh? Last night it was a celebration for Ben's birthday which is this Saturday so i asked the waitor to bring out a candle or something which they did and we sang happy birthday - ahh very nice indeed. Incidently, no one called out the hipips at the end - normally the dominant males job...

This afternoon as we have the bye at five a side soccer, Ben and i are going to play American flag football - that starts at two and it is 11:36 now, so i guess i have just enough time to do a bit of study before hand (essay on strikes and riots in France in 1968), but on the otherhand i might pay my mates at the bank and post office a quick visit - why not hey?