Found that soul.

Currently, I’m enjoying the few free minutes I’ve earned myself.  In a few, however, I am probably going to have a go at correcting my French quizzes, which were nowhere near as disasterous as I had anticipated.  The professor has an arbitrary grading scale, but who am I to complain?  After that, I get to fight with calculus until I’m frustrated beyond concentration.

The semester basically ended today.  I have an optional math class tomorrow, and anatomy.  I like anatomy.  I had my lab final today, and I didn’t fail.  I always like knowing that.  Finals are next week, I have 3 at 7:30 A.M..  I think the college finds itself amusing.  I, however, am not of the same opinion.

Winter is a lot quieter than any other time of the year.  I noticed it as I was walking out of Subway.  Pink tinged clouds, crisp, clean air, and silence.  It’s almost eerie. 

It is now only one month and nineteen days until my 19th birthday.  Most people around here consider 19 to be a monumental birthday, as 19 is the drinking age in Canada, a mere mile and $1.50 away.  However, my sister turns 21 twenty-six days before I turn 19, so I don’t think I’ll have a need for Canada.  Not that I’m much of a drinker anyway.

I don’t have anything philosophical to say.  Exams have me muddled down in the mundane, a truly drab and horrible place.  But Christmas break is soon.  It’s kind of funny how college really just prevents the thought process in me.  It inspires me to slack off and do nothing.  I got a 100% on the paper I wrote for Chemistry, but I know it was only a 60% effort.  The people around me are dumb, but at least the grading is easy.

The end.