a beautiful ending
so the semester is almost officially over for me here at towson university. i have to go to my history 300 class tomorrow to "take my final," but it is really just going to get back my research paper. i had two exams today and one on friday. i think that i managed to increase by a letter grade with each exam in that i probably got a "c" on my ancient civ final, a "b" on my philosophy final, and an "a " on my latin american history final. i fucking beat the holy hell out of my latin american history final. it was a fairly easy final to begin with, but i did not just beat its ass because it was easy. no, i beat its ass because i took it to a whole other level and completely decimated it with good writing and incorporation of facts. i even managed to write in a goodbye note to my professor. i ended up really liking that class once we got into the colonial period because it began to deal with the social inequality that prevails in the region today. i am very excited about my mexican history class that i am taking next semester.
so, it would seem that for the semester i am likely to get two "a" grades, one "b" and a "c." this should preserve my gpa and keep me on track for grad school despite my vast slackeredness this semester. i know that this is due in large part to the fact that i ended up only taking four classes because my professor in my fifth was a fucking moron, but still. i did absolutely nothing this semester and still did well. i was hoping for a lesson to be taught to me so that i might put forth more effort, but, alas, it pays off again to be apathetic in the world of me.
i have started seriously rock climbing as of late, and it is a total blast. unlike in basketball where i devoted 12 years of my life to practicing and still only turned out mediocre, it seems as if i really am pretty good at this climbing thing. i climbed three 5.9 difficulty climbs today, which puts be at the level of being considered pretty good i believe. i struggled a little bit with one of them, and i had a lot of trouble with the last one, but i eventually made it to the top. i was really proud when i leaped up to grab the final hold on my last climb and succeeded in doing so after struggling so much on the route. it is a very fulfilling feeling of accomplishment. i also climbed a 5.5, but i skipped as many holds as i could and climbed in awkward stances in order to try to make it as difficult as possible. once i begin to feel comfortable with the 5.9 routes and move up to the 5.10 routes, i will then be able to tell people that i am a pretty damn good climber! i am very excited about finally being good at a real sport (i do not count running as a real sport).
i had an awesome weekend of drunken debauchery with my good buddy derek obitz this weekend despite outside circumstances that have been weighing heavily upon my shoulders as of late. i love my boy derek.
i wish that all of my friends would stop being so damned depressed and learn to appreciate life and all of the little things it is made up of. it is just downright depressing to see my good buddies going through life missing the important things because they are too caught up in one particular aspect. i think that sometimes people are upset just so they can be upset. everyone should just smile until they mean it.
so, it would seem that for the semester i am likely to get two "a" grades, one "b" and a "c." this should preserve my gpa and keep me on track for grad school despite my vast slackeredness this semester. i know that this is due in large part to the fact that i ended up only taking four classes because my professor in my fifth was a fucking moron, but still. i did absolutely nothing this semester and still did well. i was hoping for a lesson to be taught to me so that i might put forth more effort, but, alas, it pays off again to be apathetic in the world of me.
i have started seriously rock climbing as of late, and it is a total blast. unlike in basketball where i devoted 12 years of my life to practicing and still only turned out mediocre, it seems as if i really am pretty good at this climbing thing. i climbed three 5.9 difficulty climbs today, which puts be at the level of being considered pretty good i believe. i struggled a little bit with one of them, and i had a lot of trouble with the last one, but i eventually made it to the top. i was really proud when i leaped up to grab the final hold on my last climb and succeeded in doing so after struggling so much on the route. it is a very fulfilling feeling of accomplishment. i also climbed a 5.5, but i skipped as many holds as i could and climbed in awkward stances in order to try to make it as difficult as possible. once i begin to feel comfortable with the 5.9 routes and move up to the 5.10 routes, i will then be able to tell people that i am a pretty damn good climber! i am very excited about finally being good at a real sport (i do not count running as a real sport).
i had an awesome weekend of drunken debauchery with my good buddy derek obitz this weekend despite outside circumstances that have been weighing heavily upon my shoulders as of late. i love my boy derek.
i wish that all of my friends would stop being so damned depressed and learn to appreciate life and all of the little things it is made up of. it is just downright depressing to see my good buddies going through life missing the important things because they are too caught up in one particular aspect. i think that sometimes people are upset just so they can be upset. everyone should just smile until they mean it.