College is Hard 

I really couldn't think of any other title for this post, and that one kind of sums up how I'm feeling today. I don't have any rants or lists (which are my favorite kinds of posts, if you couldn't tell) in mind today, nor do I have that much time to blog. Since I'm a little short on ideas, I'll describe what kind of day I've had. I had a Spanish test today at 9:30 in the morning, which is way too early to be working with another language (I actually have to get up at 7:30, which sucks even more). About 7 minutes after that, I had a Communications test. Want to know how long it took? 80 minutes! It took 80 minutes! It was 25 short answer questions and 2 essays, and it took 80 MINUTES! Now, I realize that this is college and the test was supposed to take the whole class to finish, but 80 minutes?! I spent about 2 hours studying for the dang thing last night, and I still couldn't answer 3 of the questions. Something is wrong with that...hmm, maybe I do have a rant for today. Anyway, I just finished listening to "The Long Road" again, and then I spent a couple minutes watching my roommate yell at the Yankees on TV. I haven't talked about my roommate yet, but I proably will mention him a few more times. This guy is a total New York sports fanatic! He stops everything to watch the Giants, he yells things at the Yankees, and he has a Rangers screen saver on his computer. That's a sign of obsession, folks. It makes me a little nervous. I won't even get into his obsession with the "Rocky" movies. By the way, I don't know if he'll ever find out about me writing this, so I may not be doing a smart thing here. Maybe another time I'll talk about his cell phone issues. Anyway, back to me. It's now 4:36, and I just ate about half a stack of saltines, so I should probably go get some delicious dining hall cuisine pretty soon. After that, I have to wash my socks (I have such an exciting life), read about 150 pages of "Families on the Fault Line," write a one-page response comparing it with "Roger and Me," and then write a two-page "conversation" between me and a one of the sources for my 8 page Writing essay. College is hard. You probably knew that, but if you didn't...you do now. My writing seems to really lack...what's the word...skill. My writing really seems to lack skill today. I wish I had something else to write about, but I guess I can just talk about how college is hard. At least Syracuse is. Maybe someplace like IUP or Pitt (did I mention I'm from Pennsylvania) is easier. Oh yeah, one good thing did happen today. My mom sent me a great article from my hometown's newspaper that makes me quite happy. You see, this guy that picked on me from third grade all the way to tenth grade (that's 7 years) just got arrested for drunk driving. He had previously been in drug rehab, I believe, but he actually got arrested this time. Knowing that this a-hole got what he deserved is sweet enough, but what makes it even sweeter is that I told him years ago that he would be in prison someday and I would be laughing at him. I'm sure it won't be long before he's stealing cars and beating up old people. There's a moral to this story, children: Bullies usually turn into criminals. There's no way around it. I'm at one of the best universities in the country, and he's got a criminal record. It's ultimate justice like this that makes me believe there must be a benevolent God out there, as crazy as some may consider that idea. So, in conclusion, this is CD reminding you to drink your school, stay in drugs, and don't do milk. Later.