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htothehTime has a habit of creeping up on one. I started playing with riddles this evening. After a brief break for an analogies lesson (SAT review), I was back at it. An hour and a half later, it's tomorrow, and I actually have to get up tomorrow. Phooey.
Thanks to both Trevor and the anonymous person who left me reading suggestions. I am, of course, curious as to the identity of the anonymous person. (*cough*hint*cough*) I will definitely get to at least some of them this summer.
I've been reading C.S. Lewis' Space Trilogy most recently. I didn't spend enough time with either of the first two, the only ones I've finished, to get all of the theological underpinnings out, but I enjoyed the story. Which is, I suppose, rather like saying that one liked a fable, but completely ignored the moral behind it, but hey. I'll probably end up rereading them at some point, and possibly scribbling notes.
Not a whole lot to write about. Next year's school schedule plunged briefly into chaos and rescued by the brave efforts of Mr. Hames, Ms. Koch and myself; finalization of road trips being planned. The first one I have going is to Davidson, Vanderbilt, and UNC-Asheville, in a little over a week. That one, and the one at the end of the summer to Virginia and Pennsylvania, I'm taking with Mom. The one I've been stressing over most, to Pomona, Harvey Mudd, and Reed, involving airplanes and thus probably not exactly a road trip, I'm taking with Dad. Pray for me. I'm joking a little, of course, but still; we will probably end up in at least one shouting match. After all, we'll be gone for at least five days, with no company but each other. And we're both people who need lots and lots of space.
That trip has been sending me into fits because the schools I'm visiting there are some of the best I'm thinking of applying to. And also, y'know, West Coast, involving airfare. Proud of myself, though; I actually called Pomona to get an interview time reserved. Yay me.
I've written a surprising amount about nothing, really, at all. Apologies to anyone who actually read this drivel, and good night.
Thanks to both Trevor and the anonymous person who left me reading suggestions. I am, of course, curious as to the identity of the anonymous person. (*cough*hint*cough*) I will definitely get to at least some of them this summer.
I've been reading C.S. Lewis' Space Trilogy most recently. I didn't spend enough time with either of the first two, the only ones I've finished, to get all of the theological underpinnings out, but I enjoyed the story. Which is, I suppose, rather like saying that one liked a fable, but completely ignored the moral behind it, but hey. I'll probably end up rereading them at some point, and possibly scribbling notes.
Not a whole lot to write about. Next year's school schedule plunged briefly into chaos and rescued by the brave efforts of Mr. Hames, Ms. Koch and myself; finalization of road trips being planned. The first one I have going is to Davidson, Vanderbilt, and UNC-Asheville, in a little over a week. That one, and the one at the end of the summer to Virginia and Pennsylvania, I'm taking with Mom. The one I've been stressing over most, to Pomona, Harvey Mudd, and Reed, involving airplanes and thus probably not exactly a road trip, I'm taking with Dad. Pray for me. I'm joking a little, of course, but still; we will probably end up in at least one shouting match. After all, we'll be gone for at least five days, with no company but each other. And we're both people who need lots and lots of space.
That trip has been sending me into fits because the schools I'm visiting there are some of the best I'm thinking of applying to. And also, y'know, West Coast, involving airfare. Proud of myself, though; I actually called Pomona to get an interview time reserved. Yay me.
I've written a surprising amount about nothing, really, at all. Apologies to anyone who actually read this drivel, and good night.
