Alright, student second. 4.33pm on Jiren Home. 5.80pm about to hit the Richmond Sanha Field Bridge. I'm actually passing in a very parkway. I just finished listening to first two lectures and half lectures of this great course about the Odyssey. And the first thing that struck me about the format, the structure of the Odyssey was how I guess it's a flashback. I'm not really sure yet, but I really like the tension that's built right from the beginning. There's a conflict right now. The rest of the story may be about explaining that conflict or resolving it, explaining it and resolving it. And I want to tie that into my story, chocolate cigarettes. Basically, after the moment when Homeowner falls from B.M.X. Bite Jump to somewhere in between he kind of explains to me. In a way of explaining is craziness. He explains his death. And that sets the stage for like, he kind of explains away his, he explains, reveals his inner conflict. Thus, the conflict that has to be resolved in the story is, you know, how to cope with loss. And so he kind of tells a fast forward version of the story of how his father died. And so, then maybe after, so, you know, it would go something like this. So that's me on the ground. Or, so there I was on the ground. Once again, feeling like an idiot for doing something so crazy, knowing that, you know, I don't know what comes over me. You know, it's like something tells me it can actually be done. I can actually do it without having ever practiced it. Or something like that. So once again, I found myself. There I was. I have a pull up my pants. Dust myself off. And ask myself, why the hell did I do this? Been doing a lot of stupid things lately. I took a spoonful of dishwasher detergent, even though it had one of them little stickers on it. It was made me so sick all my life. I had my grandmother's Christmas party. I drank six cups of spike dignog, only to wake up, throwing up, only to wake up in my own vomit. I had a secret drink, six cups of spike dignog. I tried to do a handstand from the railing at the shopping mall. I only need to be thrown out by the security guy. This is just going to be another one of those crazy things. You see my dad died a couple months back. My therapist says that's why I'm doing this stuff. I'm angry. I'm angry at my dad. I don't really know. Is that true? I think I have to tell him more. I think I have to tell him more fast forwarded version of the story. I get way too slow down too much. I'm not here to think about the story. There was on the ground. I'm going to think about this. He basically confess that his father's death is the reason he's doing this stupid thing. There was lying on the ground. Be battered and bruised. It wasn't the first time. For the past few months. I should have seen it coming. There was on the ground. Be battered and bruised. It wasn't the first time. A month before that. I thought I could eat someone. One of my friends was over at that. He dared me to eat spoon full of his dishwash detergent. I don't know why I did it. Right then and there. I keeled over and peined. When I got home, my mom rushed me off to the hospital and they pumped my stomach. For the month before that. I never told my mom about this. It was like that time at the mall when I almost went to security guards. I had to keep me out for doing a handstand on the second floor railing above the ice skating and I was just coping with my father. I was just coping with my father. I don't really feel like talking about it. But here goes. One day my father gets his letter telling him that he has to go back to Egypt real quick. There's an emergency. I have to characterize the whole thing. The doctor says I'm just dealing with the loss of my father. He doesn't think I can really hurt myself. I don't show intent. Hold on, I'm just put up the fire here.
Alright, Dr. thinks I'm just dealing with the loss of my father. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. See my dad, he was a foreigner. He wasn't from this country, he was from Egypt. And he just never felt comfortable in this country. He just never felt comfortable here. He was always looking for a reason to go back home. Well, he gets his letter from his brother saying, a family business is in trouble. And then he has to come back right away to intervene. Well, you see my father, he had a weak heart. So this kind of stuff was hard on him. Yeah, he had medicine for it, but you know, when you travel, you forget to take your medicine or for that matter. Maybe someone else tells you you shouldn't take it. But anyway, he gets there and he's probably in one of the most stressful situations. Here he is. A man with a wife and kids and a good, steady paying job and a home and a mortgage in the United States. No being told by his brother, you have to come back. You have to take care of this business. No one else can do it, but you. That means you've got to tell your wife, quit her job. Get your kids. You've never seen a day in Egypt all of a sudden come Egyptian. And you, you've got to quit your job. Well, what do you think my father does? He does exactly what he was told. He comes home and he tells his boss, I'm giving you my two weeks notice. He tells my mom, go to the passport office, get the passports for the kids. And then he tells his co-workers, I'll finish up my work. And they all go to lunch. Well, the next thing you know, he passes out. He passes out right there at his desk. That's why. And so then I recount the rest of the story. I don't remember because it was in the middle of one of my little games. I was up at bat. And they came and told me. I was up at bat when I noticed my mom wasn't there. I was at school. I was at school recess playing baseball. I was up at bat. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. And I noticed I even, at the passports came in the mail. So maybe she didn't say she was at the bus, she was at the fountain. She totally forgot. She kind of kept it so that I would ask her later. I said, why do we have passports? Are we going somewhere? She started to cry as usual because they reminded her of dead. I think that was the beginning of my anger. At first it was just, I don't have a dad. I don't know what to do about it. Then it was the look on people's faces that made me angry. I did not want to see that look anymore. The look of like, oh no, he doesn't have a dad. His life is ruined. Oh no, he doesn't have a dad. What will he do? The hell are you saying? Of course I know what I'm going to do. Well, she had that look and she told us that dead, acquitted job that same day. And that he had arranged to move the entire family to Egypt. Well, I can imagine my surprise. My mom bought airplane tickets that same day but they told her she couldn't use them. So she decided to postpone them until that she had to use them. She decided to postpone them until the summer. Apparently, which brings me to the next part of my story, which is why we're even going to Egypt at all. It's to use our tickets. I'm going to take a look at that. I'm going to take a look at the rest of the tickets.