I should’ve mentioned earlier, but my parents are on a missions trip in Guatemala and will be there for about another week. Hook up the prayers on that one if you can. Maybe when they’re back I’ll have some stories or pictures from them to throw up here.
Updated 3:44PM (Updates look like this)
The situation with classes: This is the afore prophesied “semester of doom”. 18 credits, remember? The only problem is I can’t take one of the classes ’cause I don’t meet the prerequisites. This presents a problem ’cause I want to graduate, but I can’t find another senior-level class that fills an IS (integrative studies?) requirement and counts towards my major. I found a class that works, fortunately. I’ll have to do a substitution form, but it’ll work out.
This situation with textbooks: Japanese is no problem – same textbook as last semester. The class I can’t take isn’t a problem ’cause I can’t take it and therefore won’t need the books.
I’ve had two of my four classes today (tues/thurs classes) and bought the books. About $250. For these two classes the reading will average 8 or 9 10 to 12 chapters a week for at least three weeks. I’ve never done all the reading for classes in the past, but these are senior-level classes. Can I just “get by” like other semesters? I’d like to do the work and learn. Anyway, I have two more classes today and probably another five or six books to buy.
I can’t complain though, Jake’s got it worse than I do. Props to the Jake for attempting such a harrowing semester. In the vast wisdom of Despair.com, I suggest we both Get to Work.
The situation with your mom: There is none.
The situation with the music: Check out Clumsy Lovers for some folkish type goodness. Sphere of Hip Hop (and their mp3 site) is a great place to pick up Christian hip-hop/rap music. I’d suggest trying out some L.A. Symphony, Listener, KJ-52, John Reuben, and Mars Ill.
Poem: For Getting By
Author: Erundur Anwamehtar
Date Written: 01/13/2004
I’m not perfect, I never claimed to be–
which is odd, ’cause it’s expected.
It’s what I expect.
What do you expect from me?
I know I can’t change.
Yesterday’s a stain,
but I can add it up and spend tomorrow living.
There’s no reason not to live tomorrow,
no reason not to live today.
There’s more to life than goodbye.
It costs more to not remain idle;
it’s the price of striving for survival.
I know I can’t change.
Yesterday’s a stain,
but I can add it up and spend tomorrow living.
What do you expect?
I expect to get by, I’ve seen it
in the life of that other guy.
I asked him what made him so angry,
why his hands wanted to grab and shake me.
He couldn’t explain it as we walked,
not even the vodka would talk.
His course took him
across the street, but he got by
because the cars stopped.
I can’t stop thinking that if I were drinking
I’d be stuck paying seven bucks
every time I wanted to get by.
And the charge for getting high!
I’d lend my change to a drifter
who could spend it swifter,
but I’d rather give more than just this life.
I want to see him live.