So, at the beginning of the school year, I had this great idea to blog and share my life with the ether of the internet, just in case anyone was looking. I had googled "College at thirty" and all I could find were newspaper articles about people going to college at thirty and changing their lives, blah blah blah, aren't they special cakes. I also thought I would want to tell everyone in my classes about my blog to try and get more readership, and one of my teachers even has us post on a message board and her blog, and I could write in my blog's name, but...I don't know, I guess I prefer anonymity. And it's not like I talk about them, either! I'm crazy, I know.
School is kicking my butt. It's HARD. It's challenging, but I like it. We've finally gotten to a point in my Algebra class where I don't feel completely lost. In fact, I think I'm doing pretty well. We'll see; I took a quiz last night.
I have to give a presentation in my English class about grass-fed beef, which is a passion of mine. I tried to give it last week, but the disk wouldn't work, and I couldn't download it from my e-mail, and the more I tried, the more nervous and upset I got, and then I started shaking and sweating and feeling like an idiot. The professor told me to just do it this week instead, so that's what I'm going to do tonight.
And then I'm going to sleep. A lot.