senior day

today is the last day for the seniors at the school. so far, their prank has been to put a bunch of balloons in the hall way. i think they can do better...

how about a shit in? dozens of seniors could have had a high fiber breakfast topped with a glass of prune juice. sadly, there have been so shit sightings on campus so far.

after writing these words, the seniors did come up big. a number of them drove their cars through the park across the street from the school. others stood to the side singing "08" to the tune of "ole." (not the song from the coltrane album, featuring george lane) this brought the cops into the picture. a couple of students were arrested, leading to chants of "let them go, let them go!" some of the students even started chanting "fuck the police!" my gosh, what are we gonna do about these young white kids today?

now, this was a tough one. on the one side, you have the police. enough said. but on the other side, you had students driving cars through a park, one of the few car free zones left in our culture. furthermore, they actually cared that they were graduating, and that the year was "08." as if they had any control over when their parents fucked. who cares what year you graduate? and why do you need pranks at all? shake a few hands, exchange a few numbers, say bye to a few teachers, and get the fuck out of there.

by the way, if graduates from one of the predominantly poor black schools in boston were driving cars through a park and chanting "fuck the police," don't you think it would have been handled differently? probably would be front page news.

now look, you should be happy to graduate. it's a good feeling. but the students are just using it as an excuse to act out. every day, they feel repressed and sublimated, so on this day, they attain the illusion of freedom, and finally act in an improvisational manner. in fact, our lives should be filled with improvisation. we shouldn't need these recognized free spaces where we agree to let our collective hair down. and because it is a recognized free space, it comes off as artificial and forced, whereas if people were being spontaneously free, it may have a different feel to it. but it is in the nature of the society we have created to offer minor outlets as a way of better disguising the essential imprisonment which is at the center of our societal existence.

we should not need arbitrary achievements like a graduation in order to validate our worth. such validation can never be true freedom.

having said that, hearing them chant "fuck the police" was pretty cool.

of course, they will all go on to boring upper middle class lives, and will likely look to those same police to protect them as they go through life.

and they will likely again never be as mature as they were at that moment.

having the last name seaman must be pretty cool, huh? no one will ever question your manhood with that name..."dick seaman? nice to meet you." i thought of this because phil seaman is the drummer on joe harriot's free form record. i must give credit where credit is due.

seniors had to write a senior paper in order to graduate? why? no one should be forced to write. how can you tell someone to write anything. think about it. "i want you to write a ten page paper." "oh yeah? well fuck you!" imagine if a guy came up to you on the street and demanded that you write him a paper.

there is education and there is forcing someone to do something. write your own paper. i'll be over here digging blue mitchell.

but that's the set up. it's a force job. the pressure is on you to conform to the existing structure. it's never the other way around. that is why the brilliant men often go nuts. the system can't fit them in.

well, whose fault is that?

08, it's been real. but now i got to go. farewell my brethren. remember to always trust in the lord, and to pay back all of your debts. i'll see you when i see you. until then, remember to keep your dick in your pants, and if you must be a terrorist, be one outside of the u.s army.