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So at this point, I suppose that it is safe to say that the semester is not exactly working out the way I had originally planned. After all, what was I thinking when I decided that it was a good idea to take both calculus and chemistry in the same semester?...I have not yet adapted to getting low scores; and when I say low, I mean low; like 4 points out of 25 on my last calc quiz. I can only hope that the muddy water will settle over the next few months. Other than school, life is rather lackluster. Work is over-rated and I am definately underpaid. The kayak shop is still good but I don't feel like I am going anywhere with it. Sometimes I feel like that girl. You know, the one who works there but doesn't really have a clue. I guess I just get the feeling that I am not worthy of the position. Some days I feel handicapped because I don't have a tremendous amount of boating experience...ho hum...it pays the bills.
I have only ever had one journal before so the idea of writing in a consistent place is still quite bizarre and foreign to me. It was my junior year of high school. I was doing an excessive amount of drugs and adapting to a whole new environment, Columbia. So many beautiful women and no where to place my "misguided" thoughts. Sally Avery was my journal's name and she was my best friend. Then I started playing rugby and my life was forever changed....
I have only ever had one journal before so the idea of writing in a consistent place is still quite bizarre and foreign to me. It was my junior year of high school. I was doing an excessive amount of drugs and adapting to a whole new environment, Columbia. So many beautiful women and no where to place my "misguided" thoughts. Sally Avery was my journal's name and she was my best friend. Then I started playing rugby and my life was forever changed....