| I wonder if nuns actually feel fulfilled in their chosen lifestyle of asceticism. I wonder if they feel like they have a purpose, an actual reason for living. I wonder if they find meaning in their moments of life. Do they enjoy it? If so, I should become a nun. I’m missing all of that… |
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| You know those people who don't update in over a month? This update is so that I don't become one of them. Not that there is anything wrong with them. I just have enough identities to lug around already.  School officially began on Thursday, though I didn't have class until Friday. Yesterday I celebrated the commencement with a latte at Starbucks while reading my first chapter of Chemistry. It was a lovely evening...and I obviously have no life. But I'm okay with that. I think my new apartment will prove to be nice. I still don't have it organized quite the way I want it, but it's neat and clean and acceptable. I need to get some internet and TV service in there, but it's already a nice haven. And that's about it. It's freezing cold. I need some new gloves and maybe some earmuffs. Can I pull off earmuffs? |
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| Here's something I didn't know. The things you discover when you read... The world's costliest coffee, at $130 a pound, is called Kopi Luwak. Essentially, it is the droppings from a type of marsupial that eats only the very best coffee beans. Plantation workers track them and scoop their precious poop. Wow. Yum. |
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| "Calculators will be allowed." These may be the best words I've read all semester. |
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| I made it! Finals is my favorite part of the semester! It has arrived and I'm still alive! (Well, really finals week doesn't start until Monday, but who's being technical?) I must say, though, that Kinesiology classes offer cruel comprehensive finals. I understand the necessity of requiring full comprehension of the material, but must we be banned from calculator use? It took me hours to do those labs WITH a calculator. Those are some tough formulas to memorize and manipulate, and believe me, you can tell who knows them and who doesn't without taking away their calculators. But I'm not the prof, am I? I'll instead spend most of my weekend making up my own test questions and seeing if I can accurately answer them...in good time...without my precious calculator... But we've spent so much time together. I simply can't bear it! (Don't say it, Trina. I already know. I'm a strange kind of grown-up!) Happy finals, everybody! |
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