Eric: I love the sound of my own voice...

This semester I took a total of 12 and 1/2 units. The classes were probably what I considered my first real college classes: Archaeology, Social Problems in the U.S., Art Appreciation, and History of Modern Art.

My professor for Archaeology reminds a lot of my sister Ericka... They carry themselves in that same goofy way, but still have the ability to be taken seriously. I don't have much to say about archaeology, other than the fact that I still find obscure knick-knacks to be interesting... but more so when i do it on my own. It's a well taught college class, but I can't say that I always find myself focusing on the material. I have better things to do... like listen to "YMCA" play over and over in my head until I figure the next verse. It's a bugger.

Social Problems made me realize that being a sociologist is not my calling. There was an overwhelming feeling of futility, and, since I want to save the world, that won't fly. Don't get me wrong the class was good... a little cynical at times, but good. I'm thoroughly surprised at how much I learned. Anybody else know that parents in Denmark get about 15 months of paid leave to watch over their child? Nonetheless, sociology is to politically fueled for me...

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Moving on...

I feel better about where I am in life. There have been weeks where my final War against the World has taken a toll on me. I'll be frank and say that things seemed pretty dark, but, as always, I am defined by what I do in hardest moments. I'm more than sure that Turlock is not the place I'll be living for the rest of my life, not that I have any problem with Turlock.

I wonder if there are people like me out there. I wonder if I could stand them. I wonder how bread can be made to deserve the word "wonder".... I don't really have a stride, and I don't have the proverbial roll... but I kinda like it that way. I also like the sound of my own voice. Nah, scratch that... I LOVE the sound of my own voice.