I'm now almost done with finals.
Finals are almost over with. I just have one more final this wonderful spring afternoon. We're supposed to have something memorized about dramatic action but I lost that sheet of paper. I turned in my papers in my one english class. Why should a creative writing major have to write essays? It must meet some fanciful requirement in the course catalog. I bought myself a book at the holistic health center today for a $1, In the Footsteps of Gandhi, conversations with spiritual activists. I really can't wait to move back to the South Bay but I plan on being more of a walker. I'm literally going to park the car farther away and walk to places. In San Francisco, I walk to get groceries, I plan on doing the same in the South Bay given the opportunity. Hell, gas is really expensive. English class sucks balls. I like my creative writing classes better. They're easier, you have to think less. My next steps may involve going to Foothill again. Who knows, right now I need a break from all things academic to work full-time.