It’s 3 AM in the morning. I slept early last night, then woke up an hour ago. I actually forgot what I am supposed to do to make myself get up this early. So now I’m spending some time online.

Nothing much happened. Went to school. Then we had a mass for the birthday of Mary. Then our exams were returned. Here’s what I got. For AP, 93/100. For Science, 70/75. For English, 69/80. For Religion, 88/100. Not bad I guess. Maybe I can still hope for an honor card for the past term. Then I went around the third-year wing posting posters about the Banlaw immersion program. Then I submitted to the school the layout of this month’s issue of the Hilites Newsletter. Then stayed in school after classes as usual and waited for the school shuttle with Ira and the rest of ‘em shuttle mates while listening to them talking about how many girls they knew.

PLUG. Conrado de Quiros has another wonderful opinion. This time about the 9-11 anniversary.

No, it is not easy to forget 9/11. But it is not easy to sympathize either with the breathtaking self-absorption of many of those who call for remembering it… By all means let us remember 9/11 with all the passion we can muster. But let us not forget everything else.

My specific problem with the kind of remembering we are being asked to make it is that it asks us as well to indulge in a grand forgetting. At the very least, what that means is that we see no other pain but America’s. Not the pain of other victims of terrorism, not the pain of the victims of unjust wars and occupations, not the pain of the victims of utter devastation, often of America’s making.