This was a short essay written in my First-Year Seminar, "USA: The Natural Experiment." It's basically "how did we screw up the environment and where do we go from here?" We study the environment from historical, economic, political, conservational, (et cetera) perspective. In the first week of class, we took a bike ride around town and came upon a tiny, abandoned kitten. Our professor stopped the entire class so that a friend and I could rescue said kitten and rerouted our course
So, I'll not be online much until next week.
I've written 7 of the over 30 pages I'll have to write over the next few days. Several smaller essays, a research paper, and others..
I have 13 chapters from various classes to read, from a terribly dry American Government textbook to novels, to the Bible.
I have a test in Intro to Biblical Lit to study for.
All before Friday.
And I'm working 3 jobs.
Authorís Note: Many of you know me as a very strong and independent woman. I am capable of many things of which men are capable. I am willing to speak, willing to work, willing to act. I do not mean, in this note, that a woman should not be strong and that she should not be capable, for indeed I strive and encourage other women to strive to be both. However, there is a time for strength and there is a time to yield. There is no shame in yielding. When you find a husband who will treat you right
I haven't blogged here in ages-- not even the smilies are all the same. But I wonder: have you missed me? Is there any of the old crew left?
I'm in college, now. Does anyone remember the troubled girl of high school? She's still in here, somewhere-- same crazy family, same crazy life-- but she's changed.
God put me through a fire, my old comrades. The remaining years of high school have been a blur. I finally got out of the relationship with Thomas, finally
I went with my friend, Marc. He's three years older than I, and we've been very good friends since I was in sixth grade. He's like the big brother my parents were never able to give me. First we looked around at the remains of the nearby Spanish fort San Marcos, and found some pottery, plate chips, and bone by the water. It has no archaeological value because it was not in a layer of sediment, but we did not keep it, anyway. We had to kayak a little over a mile downriver, and against the incoming