semester #2 has started and a large part of me wishes it would end. it's not going to be an easy one, that's for sure. i do have 2 fun classes, ice skating and choir, but my other 5 are going to be a lot of work and just plain tiresome. can't say that i'm overly thrilled with my poli sci class. i have no intrest in the subject matter, therefore i don't want to put the time in that will be required. the average for prof. orr's class is a B-... i don't want a B-, but what do i know or care about political science??? we've already had a quiz, in which the questions were worded rather tricky, leaving lots of grey area where your mind can wander and get all confused. *rolling eyes* why oh why do professors enjoy torturing students? and we have 2 research papers to do. granted they're just 4-6 pages, but still... 2 in one semester? and lets see.. what else. phonetics requires the purchase of an $85 book... which is NOT cheaper on amazon. anatomy is just plain going to be massive amounts of reading and memorization... which both require massive amounts of time... which i do not possess. language development should be manageable, but the lab class that works along with that requires that i observe and take language samples at the day care 2 hours a week (2 more hours that i don't have) and then compile what will end up being like a 30+ page language sample and analysis. then, outside of class there's hall government stuff and working desk and at the school and working with awanas at church, which may have to be let go, and cru, which i refuse to give up because i need that time in worship and fellowship. so... basically i have little or no time for pretty much anything. my tuesdays and thursdays start at 8am and go till roughly 11pm and all other evenings will be spent with homework. oh, and i just had to write out by far the largest check ever to pay my tuition. i successfully avoided having to to write another $1000 check... this time it was that times 2, plus a little more. jolly times in melanie's checking account to be sure.

isn't it wonderful that i'm sitting her like a spoiled brat complaining about my pitiful problems while my grandmother is lying at home on her death bed? sometimes i astound myself. with the mention of this however... gramma is fading fast from what little i've heard. i'm struggling with being so out of the loop. for 3 weeks i was the person who knew everything... but now i pretty much know nothing at all. i guess gramma is strictly in bed now... pretty much just waiting for the day she gets to leave this earth. for some reason it's hard for me to accept that time doesn't stop at home when i'm not there. in my mind... gramma should still be just as i left her, so what i hear is hard to comprehend. but that's all for now... i know nothing else, so i'll end here. fare well