Sunday, March 02, 2003
at 1:36 PMThey Are Full Of Stones
I read in the Donald through a quarter of Chapter Twenty-Six. I ought to have read it before I left last week, I think. Ms. Parnell assigns homework rarely, unless it is in the Frostbite (which the other kids insist on calling the Zap, although my name is cooler). I wanted to conduct research for our almighty Treaty of Versailles project, but I suspect I shan't have the time after returning from work this evening.
Catching up in economics concerns me slightly. It isn't even a difficult class, structure-wise; my problem lies in my lack of adequate study habits, as I never study for anything. I understand that consuming more than one saves is not economically wise, but that's about as far as my mind cares to comprehend the subject. Why does reality choose this time in my life to rear its ugly head? Sigh...
Attending school out of state means I won't have as many distractions, which means I'll adjust better. I know I'll need to study like a madman for even the core mathematic and lab science courses. Having no one around to drag me places, or to talk to me, will only help me achieve my goal of graduating with a degree in something. I don't care what anymore. Archaeology looks good this week.
