Day 3: The Horror Within (the lights are on but no one`s home..)

Whenever I eat school lunch now, I feel like being violently sick over the teachers surrounding me – just like how those two dogs (Zolotisty and Boy) salivated to Pavlov`s bell. So continuing with this week`s theme of identity, it crossed my mind to steal & apply different theories in the hope of reaching some kind of answer. Or passing the time, whichever comes first. Hence, `Pavlov`s Tim` - I have become the classical conditioning model for Pavlov as can be demonstrated by the model below. Of course, do note there`s no research for any of this, or proof, but it`s all backed up by SCIENTIFIC FACT.

Before school:

Eating food (specifically the meal known as `lunch`) …>
Japanese food = yummy.

Since going to school for a year:

Attempting to eat eggs-cooked-in-hot-water soup etc. …>
Japanese food = potential hurling.

Indeed, when the bell rings to signify lunch, my stomach lurches like it`s trying to take paid leave from my body. Hence even with the removal of lunch from the equation the bell could ring and produce the same effect. I realize this doesn`t apply to eating in a nameless restaurant: eating washoku Type A (ramen) or Type C (sushi) aaall the way to Type H (`curry`) can sometimes be pleasurable so this is a closed experiment. Other possible permeations could involve: (1) bell rings, Tim imagines eating a big juicy steak and shyly dribbles all over the lunch when it arrives, digesting it externally so to speak. (2) Tim rings bell, throws up in the other lunches, everyone feels ill: thus, contagious conditioning. (3) bell rings, lunch comes, Tim departs forever and tries to hunt for blubber in the Artic. Or, in class, bell rings, students forget any English they ever learned and reset, Tim goes mad. So external stimuli can have a stark impact on human memory too. Like the `nam war. It never goes away. But then again, we`re all stuck in some sort of routine where man-made time takes precedence over the natural flow. We (well, a big chunk of the `developed world`) often take breaks at the same time each working day, clock in and out, wait around whilst looking at watches & complain when buses are late and sometimes really do buy into the idea there`s a sense of order in our lives. Order is an illusion, especially if it`s man-made, just like vampires, fairies and Eskimos. As for me, I`m just counting the days..