Termite

Well, I've finally got around to watching the Dark Knight.

But before that, I'm just going to say for the record that I'm probably going to stop blogging now since I don't get any comments *insert sad face here*. So, let's get this over with.

I was playing a jolly game of Team Fortress 2 when my father steps into the room and says that we should do something today. I agree wholeheartedly and ask if he has any suggestions as to what we could do. He replies that we should finally go out and see the Dark Knight in a theater and I accept. After about 10 minutes more of stabbing people repeatedly in the back, I turned off the amusing distraction and got ready for another slightly more worthwhile distraction. I was however distracted from getting ready for a distraction by what I believe was the final for the 400 meter relay on the television.

After watching that, we took off towards the theater. However this was not a close-by theater. You see, I don't like theaters. I can't stand the idea of them in fact. The countless times where some man of rather higher than normal height would decide to sit in the seat in front of me haunt my memories. Knowing this, we went to a nice theater probably about 20 minutes train ride away from our home ( Not counting the 8 minutes or so it took us to get to the station on our bikes .)

Anyway, back to the point. Near the station there was a nice little cafe that has a wicked pastrami sandwich. It also has Camembert cheese in it, which is always a good thing. Now note that this station isn't in the middle of some vast wasteland, it's actually quite metropolitan and is flanked on all sides by rather unappealing buildings. This particular cafe emitted a very, dare I say, condescending aura which didn't turn me away from it but left me a bit on edge. On top of that the lock in their restroom was very stubborn towards me. The pastrami sandwich however, which both me and my father ate, more than made up for all of the cafe's shortcomings. I left this little cafe feeling like I'd just eaten a meal at the GAP, which isn't quite a good thing but at least you know the food wasn't contaminated.

After that, we bought some cookies from a person of less than fortunate mental circumstances, the money which we spent hopefully going towards some sort of fundraiser. Then we entered the station and bought the holy "Day Pass" type of ticket which allowed us to use any of the subway's, buses or any other public transport provided that it was being run by that particular company. Then we got on the train and made our way to the station that the theater was near.

On the train ride, me and my father exchanged hypothetical situations, all of them in the form of questions. For example, would you like to have cybernetic eyes or cybernetic legs? We went on like this for a while until we reached the station. The station itself is rather nice. We exited the station by using that godlike "Day Pass" tickets that we had and tucked them away in our pockets. We wandered around a bit until we found the theater. We already knew that we were about 45 minutes early for the movie, so we just bought our tickets quickly then wandered into a nearby gamecenter.

Now my father isn't a gamer, but as you should probably know I am. That was pretty much the only reason we ended up there. I sort of gravitated towards it. And guess what I saw? My mortal eyes were barely strong enough to bear the sight of something quite so awe-inspiring. My bones shook, and my neck bowed at the sight of it...

Street Fighter IV Arcade Machine.

I was baffled, dumbstruck, and completely caught off guard. To my horror though, people were playing them. On top of that, I'm not much of a fighting master myself so I would have simply made myself look like a fool. So I opted out of playing it. Also beheld to me was a Half Life 2 arcade game....

What the hell is with that?

I really don't want to know what that game is all about, and I once again opted out of playing it. But this time it was simply because I knew the game couldn't live up to it's IP. Then, before entering the theater me and my dad tried to play a racing game against each-other. We didn't know what the hell we were doing so we ended up both playing against weak AI controlled drivers. Both of us won, unsurprisingly and I was a mere 3 seconds ahead of my father.

Then, we bought our popcorn and drinks and entered the theater. I saw a foreigner enter as well...but I didn't see him after that.

Then we watched the sorry ass previews that they had packed in there. There was a preview for Hancock and one for Ironman and another for some Japanese movie about a blind woman who is also a master of the blade. None of these movies caught my eyes, and served more as something to mock and laugh at.

Then the movie proper began. I'm not going to detail all of my reactions and opinions on individual scenes in the movie, but I will give my opinion on it and try to breakdown what the movie meant to me:

I thought it was better than pretty much any other action movie and then some.

There was however one little tiny thing that kind of pissed me off...the main theme of the movie ( Or at least what I interpret as the main theme ) is the same as the one I was going to put in a novel I was trying to write. So I've been on and off writing the story for this novel I want to write, and it's going pretty well so far. And then BAM, Dark Knight has a chillingly similar theme to it.

The theme I speak of is the Joker's chaotic nature and how he is in a way morally ambiguous. I'm not going to go on a long rant about why the Joker is the way he is, and I'm not going to be angry that the movie had a simmilar idea that I had. That's the extent of my feelings about the movie, or at least all you're going to see.

So we finished watching the movie. We got back on the train and I played some puzzle games on his iPhone. We went to a restaurant near the station that we started from and bumped into some of his students, even one of the waitresses was one he taught. More hypotheticals. He mixed some different sodas to see what it would taste like and it didn't end so well.

We got some stuff for my mom, then went home.

The End

Well I hope you enjoyed that. This will more than likely be my last blog on the site for a while so for the zero people who still read these ramblings I thank you.

Your dude,
Termite

Howdy!

Well I'm just going to get the first thing I have to say out of the way....

No comments?

I was thinking I would have a few Bombers willing to leave an incipio bomb in my blogs but no. I can understand if it's because I haven't been on the site for something like eternity and have only recently started using the site again. But I'm here now! If you guys have lost interest in the things that I write about, I would be glad to change up the topics if you like.

Ah...regardless. A few days ago I went to the pool with this kid Nori. Thing is, I'm sort of a homebody and I don't exactly go out and socialize much. So this Nori, is the son of this Urologist that my dad teaches English to. Supposedly this Urologist is very well known in the surgeon community in Japan. So anyway, even though my dad started out teaching the father, now he teaches both his son and daughter too.

So the son Nori actually called my parents and asked them when I was available. At first I was shocked and baffled at this horrific news. How in god's name would we possibly have a good time? I could not concieve anything that we would have in common except perhaps for video games. My dad just calmed me down and said that we could go to the pool ( Their family is very big on swimming, both of the kids are in swimming clubs ) or play games at his place. That was about 1 week before the whole thing was going to go down.

Then me and my family really forgot about it. Not just "oh I kind of forgot about it" we really forgot about it. When the phone started ringing early in the day the day we were supposed to meet, nobody in the house realized it would obviously be Nori calling. I was once again thrown into mind-convulsions trying to think of what this would be like. So anyway, I didn't know the way to their house so my dad and I went there together. Then he dropped me off at their place.

They actually live in an apartment on the ground floor of a rather old looking building. Considering their father is a surgeon you would think they would live in a very nice house or something. But no they don't. It's very modest, nothing fancy at all.

And to my complete and utter horror, I did not see anything remotely video game like, save a small happy set toy they got that no longer worked. So that was the first thing that caught me off-guard. The second thing was that Nori's mom kept drilling me for information. You see there is sort of an odd coincidence between m e and Nori. We were both born in the same hospital, and he was born something like 2 days before me. Our mothers even knew eachothers names because they kept hearing them in the hospital.

That would have made some interesting conversation, if it weren't for the language barrier. Oh mighty language barrier, why are so you callous? My Japanese was far better than the English of both the mother and Nori, but I'm not sure about Nori's sister. Anyway, so the mom keeps asking me about my school. I guess my father hadn't mentioned that I haven't been to a school in something like....3 years now. Now that I did the assessment test I guess I have at least some evidence that I'm doing just fine without any proper schooling, but I wasn't in the mood. And since home-schooling is a completely foreign concept in Japan, it would just be more hastle than it's worth. So....I just lied about it.

That's right, I lied to her. Great way to start a nice day of blossoming friendships eh? She asked things like "How far is your school from your home?" and I said "I forgot". They didn't seem to find anything peculiar in a kid who they think goes to school completely forgetting how far it is away from his home. I quickly changed the subject to what we should do. That's when I popped the question. No, I didn't ask Nori to marry me. I didn't ask either of the women either.

I asked "do you have games here?". The magic answer?

No

I was completely blown away. My mind was spinning like a top. Of course I concealed this with a rather fake sounding laugh.

So they didn't have any games, well that's just great. I had been deceived. I had brought some swimming trunks just in case a situation like this should arise...but I didn't really want to go swimming. Yet that seemed the only option we really had. And that idea was solidified by Nori's mom saying "you should go swimming" over and over and over again. In that moment I really couldn't decide if she was just really annoying, a broken record or the Energizer Bunny.

So, we set off towards the pool. Turns out my dad was eating in a restaurant just down the street and had finished eating and saw us going towards the pool. We said we were going towards the pool and it was on his way as well so we walked togeth er for a bit. I didn't mention that the mom was there too did I? Yeah, that was pretty damn awkward. Nori didn't know the way to the pool, so his mom was there to help. I knew the way to the pool, even from their house and mentioned it but I guess that didn't quite cut it....

So finally the parents left. I led him the rest of the way and there we were at the pool. Crowded, and scum infested. Well not quite scum infested, but you see some really dumb looking people there. We went in and changed. When I saw what Nori was wearing it was kind of weird. He was wearing really tight swimming....equipment. You know when swimmers have that really tight streamlined stuff on them? That was what Nori was wearing. I on the other hand was wearing regular flabby swimming trunks. We had also brought a plastic inflatable ball. And in fact most of our time at the pool was simply spent throwing it around. Numerous times did it strike peoples heads, but they always moved on like nothing happened. Once it landed next to someone in their little inflatable tube thing.

The pools layout is quite simple. The outside of the pool area consists of a parking lot and a few kagigori stands that lead up the main entrance to the pool. Coming from the main entrance gate thing from the sidewalk, you see the entrance to the pool at a slight angle with a straight path lined with kakigori stands. To your left is the bicycle parking and to the right is an overly expansive car parking lot. I say overly expansive because there are rarely lots of cars in it, and most of the space there is filled with bicycles as well.

Next to the main entrance is a ticket machine. Even though for train tickets I am now considered an "adult" I am still a child at the pool. Even though I'd done this a lot of times, I still felt a mild fear that they would stop me from going in, stating that there was no way I'm a child. I'm about as tall as lots of adult men here in Japan, even though I'm not even 5'9. And since I have a feeling Japanese people don't really know the difference between a 14 year old foreigner and a 18 year old one, I always fear that they will stop me from using a kid's ticket.

When you enter, there is a rather large circular room with a skylight at the top with the entrances to the locker rooms on either side. To the left is the sweaty and disturbing men's locker room. And to the right is the fabled women's locker room. We of course went to the men's one, verifying our masculinity via conformity and searched for an available locker. When we found two fairly close by we started to change.

*Description of what it was like here*

Then we entered the real pool area. Before enjoying the awe-inspiring freedom of being able to roam around like a complete idiot you must go through a little 5 meter...thingy that covers you in water. Then again, I could simply go over a little fence thing they have and avoid it, or go through the perpetually open handicap door. 50% of the people get themselves wet, and the other 50% are slobs who don't want to get wet until they enter the pool proper.

I am a slob, thus I went through the handicap door. Nori followed my lead. Now, the most majestic part of the pool, which isn't saying a lot, is presented to you. as you exit the water machine straight ahead of you is a small store selling goggles and other crap like that. The sun beams hot burning rays of light on you, and you can feel your skin burning every second that you stay outside of the pools. The ground consists of very bumpy and rocky blocks colored white and black. Stepping on the black tiles is a complete torture, as they absorb all of the heat instead of reflecting it as the white ones do, making them quite a lot hotter.

A bit further away, a bit behind the small store is the water slide. Me and Nori went on the water slide once. Now this isn't a big twisty-turny water slide. This is about as basic as they get. Three "lanes" and every one of them slightly different. The general path is completely straight, and you fall into a painfully shallow pool at the end of your something like 8 second ride down. I took the one on the left and when the lifeguard breathed into his whistle the three kids ( One for every lane ) went flying down the slide. Then when you fall into the pool, some part of your body is sure to hit the bottom. My leg hit the bottom, luckily they padded the pool's floor. That really doesn't help much though, my leg hurt like hell after that. And the slide, even though it's straight in general, has lots of tiny bumps and such to  make it more exciting. One of my ribs got bumped into and that was hurting for a while too.

Water slides that exist in Japan could never pass in America. People sue other people a lot in America so you know somebody would exaggerate their injuries and say that the water slide ruined their life or something. Same for roller coasters, some of them make you literally feel like you might die here in Japan.

Anyway, back on topic. From the water thingy at the entrance to the pool proper if you turn left you see some stone stairs leading up the the river pool. I say river pool because it's shaped like a river and has an artificial current. This is generally the most crowded pool. We waded around in it for a while and then decided to set off to the lake pool.

The lake pool is what it's name suggests, a lake shaped pool. Now note that all of these names were simply made by me. I could name them whatever I want. I could call the river pool the Benicio Del Toro pool and nobody would care. The lake pool also has a simulated waterfall thing at the very end of it. And behind the waterfall thing, there are a few shops.

On sort of a humorous note, above the shops is another little skylight like area. When you look up, you see a lot of fungus like growths in it. Now, at first I though "Holy crap, that's where the water is coming from" because at first glance it does look like the waterfall is coming from there. Turns out it's just some pipes on the very edge of the "waterfall" that send the water flying over.

There is also a very shallow pool with the traditional mushroom shaped things with water coming out of them. What is the deal with the mushroom things?

I'm sure there was other stuff worth mentioning about the pool but I really don't feel like typing any of it. So we left the pool, Nori bought a sausage and ate it. Then I said that I would go to my house and pick up some games and bring them to his house. He agreed, and I returned home. I packed up my gamecube along with SSBM and 1080 Avalanche ( Yeah, that's one's a bit obscure ) and once again went to his place. I was exhausted when I got there. So I set up everything and realized to my dismay that there was no memory card in the Gamecube. I always just kept the damn thing in the Gamecube itself, where the hell could it have gone to! So we ended up playing with the boring characters.

I really have nothing to say about that...we played 1080 Avalanche a bit but SSBM turns out to be a much better multiplayer game. So, after that was done I just said goodbye and it was all over.

Then a few hours later he called my parents again. It would be nice if I actually got to talk to him on the phone but I'm always on the computer doing some random crap when he calls. Supposedly he said I was "cool". That sounds kind of fabricated but I'll just have to take their word that he said it.

And that's how it all went down. I'm sorry if it wasn't the most compelling read, there was no helicopter battles or political intrigue in this whole experience.

Your tired of typing friend,
Termite

*Didn't proofread, and I think the formatting might be bit funky, sorry about that*

Cool. Radical. Awesome.

Modern society seems to be obsessed with coolness. If something isn't cool, there is something wrong with it, or so many people seem to be thinking now. If guns are cool, then people are putting guns in their games and their movies and even their books. If pizza is cool, then they do the same thing. Yet people seem to be forgetting a fundamental truth about things being cool.

If everybody thinks something is cool, it sort of loses it's cool factor. And doing things that you like, instead of listening to the incoherent babbling of others is ultimately more rewarding.

Skateboards for instance. Now I'm not a big skateboarding fan, but lots of people like it. But it's popularity is very much smaller than it was before. Why is this? Well after seeing skateboards over and over and over again on television people sort of get sick of it.

So why don't you just stop labeling everything that's good cool? Some things, as great as they are, just don't qualify as "cool". There are people who like Barbie dolls, and I've even seen somebody go so far as to call them cool. NO! They aren't cool, no matter how much you like them and how good they can be, they aren't cool. The definition of cool isn't something that you like or that the majority of people like. At least it wasn't before. I remember hearing that the slang usage of cool started out as something calm and collected, and with a certain undefinable aura surrounding it. But scoot on over to dictionary.com and their definition for cool when it comes to slang is:

"great; fine; excellent: a real cool comic"

Now maybe I'm just insane and the meaning I thought cool had actually didn't ever exist. Or maybe the definition of the word has changed simply because people overused it so much that it had to be changed. Then again, I could be insane AND the definition could have been changed. It's a distinct possibility

From now on, I'm going to try my hardest not to refer to anything as cool. And I suggest you do the same. Or imagine this dystopian future....

The word cool completely replaces all of the various ways that English speakers express something as being good or fine. Also as we are on the topic of overused words, when people use like as a pause while collecting their thought when the talk it really pisses me off now. Just don't say anything or say "umm". Damnit the word "umm" really is made for pauses, not like.

Your cranky and frustrated insect friend,
Termite

Japan has a reputation for invention and technology. Yet in stark contrast to this reputation, the internet saturation in the country is surprisingly low. You find just as many people afraid of or unable to use the internet here as you do in the America from what I can tell. And this weird anomaly doesn't just include the internet, awareness of technological advances and stuff of that nature also is surprisingly low.

So I just wanted to lay out some things that people who haven't been in the country for a long time might now know.

1: No, the educational system IS NOT good in Japan. I would argue that it is worse.

The Japanese educational system is something that I assume most foreigners think is a fantastic thing, given Japan's reputation for technology and intelligence. It's actually founded on the concept of outrageous amounts of tests without actually teaching people anything. Cram school is something you don't see that often in America, but so many kids go to them here in Japan it's depressing. A school system that is so hard on it's students and so naive as to think that geography isn't important is one that must be changed.

In a survey done some time ago ( I can't find a link to it ) Japan ranked last in Geography among all the rich nations of the world. This coincides with the general lack of awareness of other countries in Japan. For instance, Japanese people display a sort of thinly veiled dislike for black people. Not so much dislike as in "Oh I just hate black people" and more the "Well I'm afraid of them mugging me" type of dislike. I'm not black, but I do find it rather offensive that such a rich country would be so naive.

Principals have a tendency to commit suicide whenever something bad happens. I'm not joking, there is a clear pattern to the principal committing suicide thing. Something horrible happens in school, like student commits suicide because he's been pushed to hard by the school, the media burns the principal even though they don't really want anything to change and then the principal goes and hangs himself in a forest in shame. There is even a particular forest that they usually go to to die. It's incredibly depressing, supposedly dead bodies are found in that forest disturbingly often.

Along with Geography, History is also a weak spot in Japan. It's because of the teaching style in Japan. There is no discussion when it comes to the subject, you just memorize it. Instead of learning WHY so and so person was motivated to do said thing they say "This happened in 1892, August 4th. Remember this or be ostracized". And really, dates? Who likes dates? Unless you want to be a historian, you're not going to remember dates. And in fact, dates are virtually useless nowadays. When WWII discussion starts up and all you remember are the dates that things happened, you're going to be outcast before you can say "cram school".

Not everything is negative though, the just rote memorization style of teaching is indeed good for subjects like Math and some of the sciences.

2: The government isn't really a democracy

At least I don't think it is. I don't know too much about the voting process here in Japan, but from what I hear it's even worse than the electoral college system they have in the US. Regardless of the voting system, the country is run by the Jiminto anyway.

The Jiminto are basically the stereotypical men in suits that don't actually know how to do anything, but through shady connections got an insane amount of power. They're pretty much always are in power. And they make bad decisions, or no decisions. One example of a Jiminto person is this lawyer guy who is governor of Osaka prefecture. I'll give you some background on him so you can see that he's kind of a scum bag. Well, he really made his break on this kind of dumb television show that features a bunch of "tarento" (I'll get to them later ) and 4 lawyers who review law cases which I guess are sent in by the viewers. He was one of those lawyers, and he was on the show for quite some time. I didn't think he was a bad guy at that point, I thought he was a bit obnoxious but not evil or anything.

Then he became governor, a Jiminto governor. His fame from that show I guess is what gave him the advantage, and his platform was "Children, I like children". He actually has 7 children, something rather odd in Japan. But one of his first orders of business was guess what?

Cutting funds for public schools, because of the massive amount of debt that his Jiminto predecessors accumulated. The willy nilly spending of the previous governors kind of put him in a tight spot. So he decided to be a complete hipocrit.

Fun fact, I know where he lives. It's actually rather nearby, albeit in a much fancier and richer apartment. He rents out an entire floor of the apartment complex, and lives a rather luxurious life from what I gather. He also has two bodyguards who are trying to be all inconspicuous but aren't fooling anybody. It's funny that he won't lower his salary, which is a bit too high if you ask me but he will cut funding for the public schools. The result of the funding cuts, less teachers and more kids in a single classroom. Some Japanese classrooms already consist of 30-40 kids and this doesn't help things out at all.

The saddest thing is so, people still support them. Way too many people won't stop supporting the Jiminto, mostly because they don't know better. I guess you could draw comparisons between Arnold Shwartzenager and this lawyer guy. However since Arnold was a governor of a state with a large liberal population, that won't take any shit from anybody, he did lots of good things. Unlike the Osaka prefecture governor...

Anyway, onto the next one.

3: The Japanese population is completely sedated, and really don't feel like doing much against their government.

With all of these problems, you'd think people would be banging on the doors of city hall demanding that the 3rd estate get their fair share. But no they don't. It's something you observe in pretty much all countries with lots of media in them, except on a slightly larger scale. You reel the population in with your celebrities and you're Disney corporations, so that they won't make a ruckus when you do something diabolical. In Japan's case, they've been injected with sedatives by talentless "tarento" and the endless wave of Anime and Manga ( No offense to Manga fans ).

I don't remember the last time I saw a riot in Japan. C'mon, I want a good old fashion riot! Mayor is being a dick? Bash down the doors to his office and splash red paint all over him. Educational system failing you? Demand that changes be made.

4: Tarento, oh the talentless tarento

Tarento are basically small time celebrities that appear on the plethora of talk shows that pollute the Japanese air waves. Really, when you aren't watching cable you're watching the news, or a talk show. These talk shows all pretty much follow the same formula, there is a host, and a giant "Gallery" of tarento. The gallery tends to look more like a bleacher at a football game with all of the tarento sitting there giving their inane opinions.

Lots of the female tarento are models, actresses in daytime dramas and comedians. The men are usually comedians, actors in daytime dramas, or somebody who did something mildly entertaining or important once and got a free meal-ticket. There are a select few of these tarento who are genuinely talented, but the majority of them are just lame.

5: Other things that aren't really big problems, but are annoyances nonetheless

In Osaka prefecture, there is now a curfew imposed on ANYBODY under 16 which tells most shops to not allow people under 16 in after 7:00PM. That's right 7:00PM, hell I go to sleep around 2AM. And the worst thing about it, the curfew applies EVEN if you are with a guardian. So me and my dad cannot go to a bowling place after 7:00PM. Luckily not all the people working at these shops really care about it. Also, I'm tall enough to pass for an 18 year old around here, and even though I don't look quite that old Japanese people really have no idea what foreigners should look like so I can get by.

Japanese people still whale. As an animal lover, that really ticks me off. The worst atrocity however, is the means by which these whalers circumvent all laws concerning whaling. Technically the Japanese law prohibits whaling for purely food purposes. Whaling is supposed to be limited to researching the animals. So these whalers somehow get their grubby hands on these research licenses and start whaling. They whale WAY more than they need, and then just sell them all to whale restaurants without even giving a gram of it to research facilities. And the government just lets that pass, which is pretty disgusting.


Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that one. It was a rant yes, but I needed to get that stuff off my back. So next time you feel like saying "Japan is so much better than x country"...

Think again.

You're something in something,
Termite


*Didn't proofread it yet, and I'm going to expand it some later*

So the assessment test results came in yesterday.

Prognosis negative. The people at Laurel Springs recommend that I do honors level language arts classes. I can't quite decide whether or not to be in utter elation right now or to be smashing my head on my desk in anguish. Of course, they simply "recommend" that I do the honors classes. I don't actually have to, and I feel like I could possibly convince my parents to put me in one of the regular classes. But that would be the horribly easy, and rather deceitful way out. I don't think the honor classes would be too hard for me to handle, but I'm a procrastinating lazy-head and I feel that in order to pull it off I would have to radically change my personality.

I'd have to eat better. I'd have to sleep earlier. I'd have to *gasp*....

Be mildly preppy.

Oh no, not the P word! I can just imagine it, before long I'm going to have a polo shirt tied around my neck drinking lattes at my computer desk as I listen to the Requiem.

I am going to ask  a question of the few people who know I came back and am blogging again. First, did you do honor classes? And second, what are they like?

Are they mind-bogglingly hard brain torture classes that will send me into flailing conniption fits every time I finish reading a page of their requisite texts? Or are they like Japanese universities, a breeze once you get in them? Are they that much different from regular classes?

Well, if anybody could ask even one of those questions I would be very grateful. I looked at their little overview of what one of their language arts classes is like...

From the Laurel Springs website:
"This 18-week course is a reading- and writing-intensive version of our Shakespeare course. Students study and interpret the works of William Shakespeare such as Hamlet, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Romeo and Juliet. Combine this course with Honors Drama Literature to make a full-year course."

Scary stuff. That's in the 12th grade however.

I don't know, somehow just by including the word "honor" in those classes sends cold shivers down my spine. While I feel guilty for not jumping up and down in complete jubilation, I can trace my fear of it back to my overall contempt of doing work. Ah, maybe I'll fell better if I don't think about it too much.

Well, I seem to have only blogged about one subject. That's a first!

Your not so honored possibly soon to be student in an honors class in an online high school luchadeer like companion,
Termite