01.22.07
Fear
An old poem from 8th grade that I recently found.
Style: Pyramid
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01.17.07
A New Semester, Little Change
Today was the beginning of my final semester at Cedar Falls High School. It didn’t disappoint me. It is amazing, however, how fast a good day can turn into a bad one.
I started this morning going to work. It was pleasant, and I got to see Chris for the fist time in ages. I went to class at UNI and returned to work and ate a brief lunch. All was going well. I went to the high school and returned to Physics. Just like normal. I wandered over to Composition and Rhetoric with Ewald. She seems scary, but I think I will enjoy the class. I have had little to no time to write, and now I will have an excuse to do so even if it is in essay form. She has a lot of rules, but they don’t scare me. I then when to Sociology with Mullan. I have high hopes for that class. We have a rather large variety of people in it, and its dual credit and extremely interesting.
After high school I returned to work briefly with David and showed him around. We talked with Diane for about forty minutes (putting it at 4:40pm) before David decides he’d like to go on a service call! So we went over to the library and swapped a power supply on one of the lab computers.
I came home and before going inside I decided to do the shoveling I had put off from yesterday. I already felt kind of annoyed with things today, so a physically straining and numbing activity was almost desirable. After an hour and a half of good work getting the snow that we had driven over and was caked on the driveway off into the yard I went inside and ate dinner. All was seemingly well.
Later I opened an e-mail saying my father had collapsed at Legacy Point and had been taken to Mercy Hosptial. And there goes the day. A decent day, quickly and absolutely crushed by less then fifty words on my screen. I waited an hour or two for an update. Apparently he has some type of virus that hit him rather suddenly and, supposing all goes well (which it rarely does), he will be out tomorrow. ::sigh::
After a somewhat liberating talk with Wade about that status of life, I’ve decided turning in early would be a good idea. I need to be at work by 8am after all. I love work. It keeps my mind away from the more troubling matters and pays off (literally).
01.08.07
Life Is What Happens To Us When We Are Busy Making Other Plans
It is finals week. I have growing stacks of homework and responsibilities this week, and yet I chose instead to sit down tonight and write something. Anything. After four hours of contemplation and three of writing I think it is time for me to share some reflections.