When I was in middle school, every January we'd have one special week that outclassed every other week across the entire school year: mini-course week. There were eight different themes to pick from and we'd spend the week doing various activities that revolve around the assigned theme. The week would end with an epic field trip unprecedented in the realm of middle school. In fifth grade, the theme I was assigned was flight. It happened to be on the bottom of my list. We learned about airplanes, rocket ships and even competed in a kite making contest. I made a massive kite using balsa wood and a black hefty bag. It was as majestic as a falcon, but being the fifth grader that I was, I had little to no chance of placing in the competition. I suffered minimal disappointment already knowing my predetermined fate. In sixth grade, I got a gem of a mini-course, Amish Country. The thrill was snuggled away in the disguise of the field trip. We had a fantastic dinner at the home of an Amish family. We milked cows. I remember buying an enormous bar of chocolate at the general store. Seventh grade was the highlight of my mini course experience. The whole week for Colonial times centered around the field trip to Williamsburg. We danced in a colonial ballroom. Got lectured by the folks people dressed in traditional garb. Meandered through the town perusing the churning of butter and useless gift shop paraphenalia. Eighth grade happened to be just as satisfying as seventh. We studied the sixties. We drank Tang, made tie-dye t-shirts, studied the music of Jimi Hendrix, and learned about the Vietnam War. I would advocate that mini-course week should be implemented in middle schools across the country. Viva la mini-course.
I think it'd be a lot of fun to be invisible. I've always been a little bit skeptical about the logistics of it though. If I were invisible, would it be the kind where my clothes would be invisible too? I mean would they be invisible because I touched them or because they were made invisible when I was? If the latter was the case, I'd be stuck wearing the same clothes all the time. I don't believe there would be any invisible clothing stores. If the clothes became invisible because I touched them, wouldn't everything I touch become invisible, or would there be a proximity rule. If this was the case, I wouldn't have to worry about the conundrum of eating or drinking. I always thought'd it be gross to have to watch the food or liquid be digested and watching smoke inhaled would probably be depressing. I'd never want to be high while being invisible though because not only would I get extremely paranoid that others could see me, but the whole ideology of invisibility would be a complete mind-fuck. I guess, if all these side issues were solved, I'd love to take advantage of being invisible, but somehow I doubt the scientists would be able to answer all my questions. I know for sure that if it was irreversable, I'd absolutely refuse becoming invisible. If you could become invisible though, I'm sure it'd be advertised on the internet. The world already can be a pretty sketchy place, but I think it'd be a bit more fucked up if invisible people were roaming around. There might eventually be some social reaction to the "invisibles." They'd be rounded up like cattle and put into a room and spend the rest of their lives constantly bumping into each other mumbling "excuse me" and "sorry, I didn't see you there."
Okay, weird post tonight. To be honest, it felt damn good to be
