School: I'm so fucked for level 4000. When I whine, it all gets reduced to "I'm the dumbest person in class". Which is unconvincing in its unprovability. The actual sentence is "It is perceptible that I am the least insightful person in class." Rah. This historiography thing is getting me down. The level 3000s are a little better. In general I'm still enjoying all my lessons. But I am not the "raring to go, gonna knock you down student" that I was in past semesters. I guess when I get insecure, I... go back to basics- quietly enjoying what I love.

Student leadership: Had mid-term evaluation today. Apparently I'm not terrible as a leader (Almost nothing is as bad as it is in my head. Bryan maintains that nothing is. Perk of being a pessimist). Apparently I was refreshing- I told the truth you see. Haha. I stand by my opinion that I feel I'm really an interesting candidate to interview. Not the one you'd pick. But certainly one you'd react to. (Hello, once I said in an interview "I don't really like people." You should have seen their 'Is this girl serious?' faces.) Memorable in not exactly a bad way but certainly not a good way. Haha. I'd like to believe it's an interesting experience after a whole day of perfect scholar material.

My Mad August Birthday Month is just about done.

On Love and Courage:
"... I am not brave enough to tell her."
"Then you are not worthy both to be in love and of her."

I wonder if I am too quick to judge. I've never been in the position. It must be absolutely frightening. And what is this terribly high value I place in love about?

Just a random thought, a spin-off from an academic I recently met. He's working on a new thesis, on how all love is evil... Haha. So cool right.

Right. Back to readings.