This spring break I was in Portland with Caleb. It was amazing. I had so much fun. And now we have to go back on Sunday and I’m devastated. It’s going to be so hard to get back and start doing work. I wrote a genetics paper over break, but it’s kind of shyte. And I didn’t read nearly enough of the book I was assigned by Kricher. I really hope I don’t have to write anything on it…that might suck for real.
But it was worth putting my work aside. We got to cross country ski (something I’m getting good at!), go bird watching, go out to bars and hang out with lots of Caleb’s friends that I like very much, play poker for money (I came in second), and eat amazing yummy food that wasn’t the dining hall.
Now when I go back to Wheaton I have to write a 5 page paper about the Red-Bellied Woodpecker, a 283947529347 page paper on birdwatching with two other people, do a presentation on a journal on honest communication in birds, do 100 projects in genetics, and prepare a debate for drugs and behavior about whether weed should be legalized (for the 124723948723 time we have to debate this), and take 3 finals. Yeah, not looking forward to it.
But, I suppose I should just stick it out. I have just about 8 weeks left. I won’t miss Wheaton. It servd me quite well for four years, I’ve enjoyed my time there, but as I suppose I’d get tired of anywhere, I am tired of Wheaton. It’s small, it’s boring, the food is horrid, and i hate the sports cliques. It’s like high school all over again. Oh yah, and it’s up to $50,00 a year. Retarded.
