Her answer to the question "What kind of a writer are you?" is a cheerful "I don't know".
Did she seem unwell when I said goodbye? No, she seemed very cheerful, I said, wadding the damp pound note in my pocket, the fee that I should have given to Mrs Chin for that last, cruel lesson.
It's all very cheerful – I've been a potter all my life, etc, etc, etc, there's been pure play, and having this interesting aesthetic, obsessing about white – but, of course, yes, I'm also making things in a highly complicated art world of oligarchical people.
Table 4 Confusion matrix for five meta-clusters (showing 54.8% success in RF classification) Predicted I Energetic II Intimate III Classical IV Mellow V Cheerful I Energetic 17 5 3 2 5 II Intimate 9 33 10 11 2 Actual III Classical 8 4 26 5 3 IV Mellow 13 5 3 25 4 V Cheerful 3 3 8 7 36.
(And I hear that some people in Newtown are taking down their lights and stuff because it doesn't feel right, and I thing that's probably a nice intention, but is it REALLY a good thing to make that part of the world less cheerful? I mean, what would you do?).
Three days later, I called Mother Johnson back, feeling 10-20 pounds lighter and sounding more cheerful, I said; "Mother Johnson, I just want you to know that I thought about what you said and I prayed about it; and today I started the process to withdraw from school".
