The Night of Fatigued Desperation: Round II, Electric Boogaloo

And now for the post that is actually due tonight. Premise: I spent the weekend in New Orleans at a Quidditch tournament. We played five matches on Saturday and they were all fought out in literal mud pits. Seriously. It rained the night before and morning of, so we spent the entire time attempting to sprint through rain and mud while also trying to play decently. My team has solid white uniforms, and there is currently a trash bag sitting outside my dorm room filled with my muddy cleats, white-turned-brown uniform, and socks that are probably still damp and coated in mud. I am afraid to open it. The tournament was fun yet taxing, so instead of going to bed that night we all went to Bourbon Street! It was slightly terrifying yet so awesome!

And then we woke up this morning and drove nine hours back to Austin.


So productivity levels for the weekend: 0. Energy levels for the upcoming week: 0.

And now on to Mediocrity Part II: Electric Boogaloo. For today’s rendition, I simply ask, “Why, government. Why.” If you’re going to give us anything, at least give us our history. I understand that history is written by the winners, but I really wish that it wasn’t so. My take on history is a very humanistic view; I’m interested in the lives and experiences of the people who lived through certain events, not as much the events themselves. That’s why I like historical fiction so much. I read it to get a feel for the times. For example, All Quiet on the Western Front: the characters may be fictional, but most of the stuff that happens actually did happen. That book is what really drove home the horrors of the Great War for me. But anyway, history should be reflected from all views and sides of an event., and the personal accounts from those who were there should be available to everyone. That’s why an Enola Gay exhibit should include both the sufferings of the soldiers and those affected by the Japanese during WWII, but also the sufferings of those affected by the nuclear bombs. You don’t have to sympathize with just one or the other; that’s not the way the world works. Everyone suffered and should be sympathized with to a certain degree. When a museum exhibit poses all sides of an issue, it provides the reader with all aspects and controversies of an event. It is up to them to decide what they take away from the information given. Politics shouldn’t interfere with the education of past events, no matter what point of view they are taken from.

So in closing, there are two things I cannot do: 1) German – because, my God, how could I have fallen from grace so quickly, and 2) Politics – because all of those guys suck anyway don’t they? History affects modern politics, but I feel that it shouldn’t be vice versa.


One thought on “The Night of Fatigued Desperation: Round II, Electric Boogaloo

  1. I’m wondering about the relationship between politics and history–if there’s any way to divorce them despite the best intentions. Is there some “past due” date when they stop informing each other? And about your German.. es tut mer leid (and that’s the most I could say).

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