It was a small group of us, five of us to be exact. The streets more barren as Chrismas came closer, the air finally resembling something near frigid, we shared in pizza and calzones, jokes and memories. Three of us were long ready to call it a semester, for two others a college career. We essentially held sole control of our corner of Leonardo's. For a moment I felt the urge to hop atop the table and reenact the diner scene in Swingers, but we were having an evening of contentment, and the subdued jubilation more appropriately displayed the relief and satisfaction of going home for the holidays.
My dad and I were standing in the mall when I sighed, "Ah, it's good to be home." This time he smiled and gave me some forced laughter. I had already uttered that statement a few times in the two days since I left Gainesville.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Review of my Hypotheses for this Semester
The fall will be much easier than last spring. Wow, we're not starting so hot here. I severely underestimated how much effort and dedication went into all the preparations for grad school. Applied Behavior Analysis required attention everyday, and the exams in other classes were surprisingly complex. Nearly surpassed last semester as the toughest of my studies, though the forty-page paper last spring puts any other work I've done to shame.
My legs will be stronger than ever. Ok, so now we're 0-2, and I realize that we're talking in the seldom-used fourth person. I found combo bus routes to take me 1.5 miles to my class. I have the same sexy, well-toned legs I always had.
It is mathematically impossible to not sit by an attractive girl in my Behavior Analysis class. Everytime I went to class, I had an incredible view. There are only three acceptable reasons for getting up before 7:00 am: watch the sunrise, Saved by the Bell reruns, and to see pretty girls in psychology class.
I will spend a personal record on coffee. Let's just say my barista offered to give me personal space behind the counter for my own mug.
Behavior Analysis will be my favorite class. Yep.
The fall will be much easier than last spring. Wow, we're not starting so hot here. I severely underestimated how much effort and dedication went into all the preparations for grad school. Applied Behavior Analysis required attention everyday, and the exams in other classes were surprisingly complex. Nearly surpassed last semester as the toughest of my studies, though the forty-page paper last spring puts any other work I've done to shame.
My legs will be stronger than ever. Ok, so now we're 0-2, and I realize that we're talking in the seldom-used fourth person. I found combo bus routes to take me 1.5 miles to my class. I have the same sexy, well-toned legs I always had.
It is mathematically impossible to not sit by an attractive girl in my Behavior Analysis class. Everytime I went to class, I had an incredible view. There are only three acceptable reasons for getting up before 7:00 am: watch the sunrise, Saved by the Bell reruns, and to see pretty girls in psychology class.
I will spend a personal record on coffee. Let's just say my barista offered to give me personal space behind the counter for my own mug.
Behavior Analysis will be my favorite class. Yep.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
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