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Though, not by complete intention. I got up, got ready, did my duties as I normally would and started off on my long commute downtown. Halfway there I realize I do not have my parking pass with me! Doh! So, I weigh my opions. I can drive and get my pass, which will take forever, turn around and come back--missing my first class of the day and wasting my entire morning. OR I can turn around and go back at my leisure and just not turn around at all--getting other things accomplished today that I normally would not have. I chose to play hooky.

Though, not by complete intention. I got up, got ready, did my duties as I normally would and started off on my long commute downtown. Halfway there I realize I do not have my parking pass with me! Doh! So, I weigh my opions. I can drive and get my pass, which will take forever, turn around and come back--missing my first class of the day and wasting my entire morning. OR I can turn around and go back at my leisure and just not turn around at all--getting other things accomplished today that I normally would not have. I chose to play hooky.

And doing a fine job, if you ask me. I have officially ended the first week of classes and was assigned two more books. Yay. For those keeping track I am at 19. Of course there are only 16 weeks in a semester...do you think that will stop me? No. Never. I will prevail. Who needs sleep? I don't. Who needs sanity? Not me. Who needs to get back to reading "Powers of Theory"?

.....(sadly lowering head in defeat)...

And doing a fine job, if you ask me. I have officially ended the first week of classes and was assigned two more books. Yay. For those keeping track I am at 19. Of course there are only 16 weeks in a semester...do you think that will stop me? No. Never. I will prevail. Who needs sleep? I don't. Who needs sanity? Not me. Who needs to get back to reading "Powers of Theory"?

.....(sadly lowering head in defeat)...

I love college...I love college...I love college...I love college...

Maybe if I keep saying it to myself I will be okay with the fact that I just went and bought 17 books for my FOUR classes! AND one of the four doesn't even require a book, those 17 are only for three of them.

I love college...I love college...I love college...I love college...

Maybe if I keep saying it to myself I will be okay with the fact that I just went and bought 17 books for my FOUR classes! AND one of the four doesn't even require a book, those 17 are only for three of them.

Ever had that moment that you run into someone you don't know...but you think you do? There is such a connection that you instantly are drawn to speak to each other. I have. And it leads me to a favorite Whitman poem of mine.

To A Stranger

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Ever had that moment that you run into someone you don't know...but you think you do? There is such a connection that you instantly are drawn to speak to each other. I have. And it leads me to a favorite Whitman poem of mine.

To A Stranger

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Calculus kicked my ass. Really, it did. Which, on any given day, wouldn't upset me too much except I have a scholarship to worry about. So, I worked extremely hard, went to tutoring, the whole she-bang just to PASS this class. Throughout the semester I had some pretty bad scores on tests, quizes and homework...so, it came down to the score on the final that would be my saving grace. I just had to do well enough to keep this class from ruining my GPA and well enough to move on to the next math section...

Calculus kicked my ass. Really, it did. Which, on any given day, wouldn't upset me too much except I have a scholarship to worry about. So, I worked extremely hard, went to tutoring, the whole she-bang just to PASS this class. Throughout the semester I had some pretty bad scores on tests, quizes and homework...so, it came down to the score on the final that would be my saving grace. I just had to do well enough to keep this class from ruining my GPA and well enough to move on to the next math section...