| Well, this weekend has been interesting. Saturday, I slept most of the day, then went to Rebecca’s birthday party. It was much fun. Isaac and I ended up making swords out of balloons and having a joust in Bonnie’s room, much to the amusement of everyone else involved. Friday, I feel asleep while sitting desk. I suppose that’s what I get for not sleeping in an attempt to get an A on Moye’s midterm and at least pass my Latin exam (hah!). I still haven’t written my prospectus, must less the paper for Roman Civ. In addition, I’m incredibly far behind in posting, and my room’s a disaster. Still, all I want to do is procrastinate and relax – play Civ III, read my book, or screw around online. *sighs* I really should start working but I don’t want to. I hate school sometimes. Why am I paying to go to a place that stresses me out beyond belief, deprives me of sleep, and prevents me from doing the things I want to. ‘Course I suppose if I lived in the real world, I would have the same problem.
Which brings up another problem. Hillsdale. It’s not in the real world at all. Instead, it’s a white tower of educational purity, or so they would have us believe. My freshman year, I never minded; in fact, I rather liked the isolation, the fact that debates over politics are as likely to reference Aristotle and Ludwig von Mises as they are to reference the news. Now, it seems stifling. I feel like the school is too small. Partly, it’s because everyone here is the same – same beliefs, same sense of right and wrong, same politics, same religion (all protestant, most born-again). I just feel like taking them by their shoulders and shaking them and telling them that there’s a big world out there that they’re missing. But, I don’t. In fact, I don’t talk to most of them. It seems unusual that I’m the cosmopolitan one, the one who realizes there’s a big world out there and that not everyone agrees with the One True Way. Unusual given my background, given that I grew up in a small town in a small school that had even less minorities than Hillsdale does. Maybe it’s because I read…
Speaking of which, I have discovered a new author. No, don’t ask me where I find time to read, I just make it somehow. Sleep less, eat less, whatever. I just need some space to be me in. Otherwise, I start forgetting who I am in the press of school. Anyways, her name is Sharon Kay Penman and she writes medieval fiction. What sets this apart is that she’s actually accurate. As in, gets the history right. It truly is historical fiction rather than fiction set in some version of history that the author never bothered to research. Good Stuff.
Anyways, despite the fact that I could rant for hours, I must be off. Too much to do, too little time... as always. *sighs* |
