Why I Love College

Yesterday I lay on a rock in the sun with my friends on the top of a mountain. (Only 900 or so feet tall, but you take what you can get.) Today I spent three hours reading shelves, making sure all the books were in the right order. Some were not, and I had to shift things.

Tomorrow I am going to work again, although probably not reading shelves. Then I have calc III (glee! Except for drawing 3-D graphs, which I still loathe with a fiery something or other), and lunch, and philosophy class with our ridiculous professor. After that I get a little time to myself, and then it's time for callbacks for a bit cast/crew part in The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Abridged. Later on, after dinner, I might go over and watch SF/F TV with Bellatrix, the campus SF/F/anime group.

This weekend, my responsibilities include taking a calc III exam, going to an honors tutorial in number theory, writing a philosophy essay, slushing for Ideomancer, and perhaps working on something writing-related. (Unless I write the philosophy essay before the weekend, which I might do.)

This? This is, if not the good life, a reasonable approximation of same.