Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win.

- Karl Marx

You of course do not know the delicate intricacies of 4HR BSENJ JDV. That is the history class Elizabeth and I partake in. There is a certain ambience, an ethereal quality to our dignified learning, that an uninvolved person would not, could not, imagine.
Mr Davies, fine educator that he is, pretty much teaches us though reading aloud documents of interest, setting volumes of reading and the magic of powerpoint.

When we read aloud, I decide to take it upon myself to make learning fun by reciting the text with a thick Russian accent. Amusing to be sure, but this also gives a sense of location and logic, as, although these texts have been translated into english for the benefit of yours truly, their origins are Russian, and I feel it my duty to do them justice.
My colourful, expressive reading style has become resented by a certain Judah*. Judah does not seem to appreciate the efforts I go to, with the sole ambition of pleasing all with my clever wit and creativity. It hurts, dear reader, this unbridled hostility. And, sadly, this is what I and my dear comrade Elizabeth must face on a weekly basis. Despite the fact that Eizabeth has done nothing to provoke such resentment. She is shunned by association.

The powerpoints are less fun. No reading involved, they generally prompt more of a class discussion type situation which can be confronting, and stressful. Judah likes to claim these opportunities in order to showcase her fact-retaining-talents before all. I like to take these opportunities to eyeball Mr Davies, talk to Elizabeth about fine Russian cinema, and plait my hair. It would be fair to say that we are infinitely different creatures.

I would go on now to describe the building-of-briges that has occured between dear Judah, Elizabeth and myself of late, but, I am quite sleepy.
STAY TUNED.

-Isabella