I haven't been posting much, lately. I'm not apologizing; I'm merely making an observation. I've had better things to do. Unfortunately, none of them have had a whole lot to do with writing my essay for Iouriev's class or applying for scholarships.

Fortunately, they have had a lot to with rousing fun. My last pep band game was on Friday, and it was surprisingly unsentimental. It didn't even click that it was my last until the StarvedArtist's mom said something. I was losing my voice, though, and couldn't pull my usual unsportsmanlike stunts. I.E. - When a member of the opposing team goes for a freethrow, just as it gets silent and he's about to shoot, I yell: "If you make this, I'll buy you a pony!" If he misses: "Pony hater!" If he makes it: "Ponies for everyone!"

It's a crowd pleaser, at the very least.

And last night was the frosh-soph show. FecesFest, as it is sometimes called, was salvaged mostly single-handedly by ANDY BUEL. The man's a genius. "Ah spilled mah beans! Where mah pintos?!?!" Gold.

So China's making an attempt to balance out the boy/girl ratio. I'm not so sure how to feel about this. I'm not one of those people who's automatically outraged by the fact that they even have the one-child rule in the first place; I'm not keen on it or anything, but I understand the need for it. Of course, it's extremely cruel to force people to part with their children that way. And, of course, it can be cruel to force people to endure the hardship that not having a son can bring. But people will starve if the population gets too out of control, and it's no good to have a practically 2-1 male-female ratio. This is one of the few issues on which I don't have a well-defined opinion. Enlighten me, readership.

posted at 3:06 PM by Alison

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