Relative Dimension

I consider it a bit on the side of fortune that I have made it through three days of this term with no panic attacks. I have twelve textbooks and a reading packet. TWELVE. My knees are complaining, and one of my new shoes is digging into the back of my Achilles heel. Three of my teachers tried to keep us late today, which is not good because it takes me so much time to go between classes, and my bike needs new tires. Inability of professors to read clocks really seems to be an issue at this school. Yesterday I was behind already because I don't get much time for homework on Mondays, and I have doubts that Jessica and I will be able to finish two and a half seasons of Stargate by next Friday, since she'll be gone all weekend.

But so far, so good.

I'm loving Inferno. Beowulf is slow-going, because I have to translate it as I read it. We're only planning to do about a third of it in class. I really like my History class so far, even if it's at nine in the morning. It's in the most amazing building that makes it feel like I'm stepping back in time about a hundred years. We didn't get to practice today, but I love Longsword. I hope I can take it again next year, and use a steel sword instead of a wood one. I still don't really like German, partly because I have the same teacher as last term (and it only took her three days to start yelling at us this time), and I'm not as fond of the language and I thought I would be. I'd rather take Russian or Italian right now.

Most of my friends will be gone at Sakuracon this weekend, which will be lonely but will at least give me time to do some homework and, with any luck, get ahead a little.