Enough alike that I keep feeling like I'm back in that old apartment. With my eyes affixed to a computer screen, street sounds and sunlight from the outside world behind me and to the right. Looking in that direction, I miss my cat. Instead of seeing him sitting there staring at me from his food bowl, it's just a lonely closet door.
Like then, I'm even doing martial arts again - and with no serious injuries to report at the moment, I might add. After fending off what I'm pretty sure was a sinus infection, I slacked off, barely making it to one class a week, but I've picked it back up. Still floundering a bit, but feeling like any day now, I should be able to find the groove again. Where I sorta feel like I know what I'm doing, and I'm kinda good at it. Not quite there, yet.
Getting lots of praise from my college teacher though. Second class in a row, he singles me out to gush about about deep and profound a passage I've written was, how impeccable my cadence and alliteration. I had to look up alliteration. As the rest of the children looked at me, wondering what the hell the teacher was going on about, it was rather awkward, but I've been getting A's. I suspect English comp will be similar. I have a lot to learn about formatting and what college papers are supposed to look like, but I've got the best words.
I'm starting with basics next semester. English composition I, college algebra, intro to computer science, and a foreign language. К сожалению, they don't offer Russian, so I'll be back to learning Spanish for two semesters. At least it's still one of the four I'd like to be able to fluently watch cartoons in.
It'll be interesting to see if I can juggle that much, while still getting beat up two or three nights a week. It doesn't sound like all that much to me, but I spend half the week recovering as it is.

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