Despite the bitter cold and unseasonably low temperatures lingering out of place in a most southern of southern states, overall the second day back to the grind was normal. No natural or supernatural phenomena, except for this bone-chilling weather. I lived a myth of bigotry today. In English, our class was subdivided into three small groups to discuss summer turned last minute winter break reading and analyze the plot through a series of questions. Murphys law, I am appointed the group with the probability 1 to 1000 of finishing either Wuthering Heights, A Tale of Two Cities, or Lord of the Flies. Let's just end this with a final statement..."survival of the fittest." In addition, this afternoon an anonymous personnage cold shouldered my existence. No matter, separation is letting the tension relax. Diplomatically speaking, he and i are experiencing a detente, which is usually temporary before lasting peace or, in the most hostile of situations, war. On a lighter note, Art Council diversified and uplifted the day in a major way spelled in a four letter word F-O-O-D. From baklava to bellini, the assortment was endless, almost cogruent in size to my stomach. The president, fellow friend Sierra, proposed an activity involving food called "Eat Your Art Out". Anyone at school may sculpt or paint with something digestable. I suggested a less radical means...why not the flexible and ever morphing Thanksgiving classic of mash potatoes? Art is my passion, to know a council shares the same idea reassures me that being as insane as vincent van gogh is shared, if not widespread. Hah. Let the countdown to Friday begin...