Semester is over. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it yet. Ever since my dad passed away, I haven't been able to completely buy into my academics. Maybe it's also a case of near senioritis.

My funnest class was "Intro. to Creative Writing Poetry." When I really want to, I can write some pretty outstanding poetry. But taking that class has further cemented my view that I prefer prose. I'm slowly resigning myself to the fact that I'm too similar to Dave Barry's type of writing than to anything else. I still want to give a shot to fiction writing though. That should be fun.

I got a B in my Geology class. Could have done better if I had studied a little bit more. *see first paragraph*

I'm not sure how my Sociology class is going to end up. I think a B. Hopefully anyways.

And then there's Philosophy....

yeah...

...let's see how fast Matt can drop Philosophy as a minor.

That's about it for now.

I'm done. I'm happy.

Yay!

matt out