Filling the Emptiness

Captains log 5: 7.2.11

It seems as though time is flying by. A month has already come and gone in what seems one big blur. However, I am not complaining. For some reason--probably because of my computer-less start--getting settled into the school routine this particular semester has been extra hard. Despite my anti-social tendencies, other activities I would much rather be doing instead of schoolwork pop up everywhere; e.g., ice-skating, dollar theatre, rock climbing, hiking, reading, writing, singing, hanging out with friends, dancing, etc....

I blame my unsettled-ness for the incident that occurred this past week's Friday. I still am not sure what happened or why I was completely convinced that my Friday dance class started at 10 AM. My dance class in fact starts at 9 AM and last Friday was our first practical dance test. I woke up, got ready before 9:00, could have gotten to class on time, but specifically waited until 9:20 to start walking to school. I realized my fatal error three-fourths of the way there. Luckily, my dance teacher not only thought my mishap was hilarious but also understands that however crazy these things do happen. Of course, it would happen to me on a dance test day but still, I am lucky. So now this whole week I have to come to class early and do a couple of dances early to make up for it. I would have preferred to have just gotten all of the dances over with along with everyone else. Now, she can pay special attention to me and my fumbling footwork. Yikes!

Can I say as an aside how much I loath the ringtones who say what is happening. For example, "Ringing", or "Message", for some reason they irk me.

To close here is an excerpt from my mind and its circuitous thoughts:

Sometimes I feel as if I do not really need to go to college to succeed in this world and that I am wasting my parent's, mine, and the government's money. However, every time I think this I remember how much I love learning. Then I think about how I could really learn everything I wanted to learn from books in the library or practical practice. Just as I think this, I remember that to become "qualified" for most professions I would not be taken seriously without a degree, even if that degree had nothing to do with what I was applying for. This makes me This makes me feel mutinous feelings for such a ridiculous system that requires people to waste money in order to obtain a degree proving they learned something. It would be much simpler and economical, if one had the knowledge, to simply pay to take a test for a particular degree. I know the educational system will never be this simple, but it would be a nice option instead of wasting precious time and money. 

End of circuitous thought excerpt. Sorry this entry was rather randomn since I did not have any particular battles. Perhaps something will happen today. 

 Maybe, if life continues.

Floyd, out.