Finally, my day is coming to an end. It's funny how life has repetitive cycles which seem some redundant at times. In the morning, I wake at the same time and think the same morning thoughts, and drowsily eat the cereal I choose from the cupboard. At 7:05 I tell my Mom I love her if she hasn't just finished yelling at me, and I walk to school. This morning, I told her I love her, and I walked to school. Today was busy, but I did a lot of learning.

Learning is a funny concept all together. I've been reading Siddhartha, and I have the voice of an Ascetic stuck in my mind, talking with a slight Hindi accent, telling me to recite the sacred word of Om, and to decrease the level of my heartbeat while slowing breathing inward, freeing my being of the Self, to gain appreciation for the secret being. The beginning of Herman Hesse's novel was interesting, especially the first 20 pages. His style is very similar to Steinbeck's in that he packs the reader full of nitty-gritty details and imagery, and then immediately starts into a story by use of dialogue. It's a standard style, and I'm not sure if I'm fond of it. I don't know . . . I'm not fond of many styles . . . perhaps that's a part of me that consists of non-conformism.

I was talking to my Spanish teacher today, and supposedly the French program is accepting Spanish II students to move directly into French II next year. I considered this as a possibility, but I'm not quite sure if that's what I wish to do. Perhaps I'll move into Spanish III and then take French II, giving myself an accelerated aspect on two languages that are both of Latin origin. Latin is the language I wanted to learn to begin with though, being that it was the basis of so many interesting flanges: Spanish, French, Portuguese, and so many others - it makes the language valuable to learn despite the fact that it is a "dead" or non-spoken language anymore.

I stayed after school at the Wednesday tutorial to gain a further understanding of my math chapter. I reviewed the last test I took, because we were allowed to take it home. I got a C on it, which was a lot better than I thought I was going to do. Once again, the glass was half empty, it wasn't half full. I suppose I should be easier on myself, especially in that class. I have a solid B at 86.2%. I'll try to improve it by the final, but it could be hard. I want an A-, so I can get a 4.2 GPA, but that's an extreme goal and I'm not sure it's achievable. As for my other grades, I have a solid A in chemistry, a solid A in Drafting, a solid A+ (104.2%) in Spanish II, a solid A+ in PE (100%), a solid A in World Civilizations, a solid A in English, and of course, the class which my mind drains its effort into - Math, with a B. I'll be able to pull math up within the two weeks though, especially if I do well on the final which is worth 15% of our grade. As you all know, I think grades are silly, however despite what I think society will judge me on what I receive, and I feel an obligation to not only myself, but to an invisible force beyond words that may be explained.

I was able to solve every factoring problem I was unable to solve on the test. It frustrated me that it had to happen ex post facto (my extent of Latin), however I'm glad that I do have an understanding for the subject. Come time for the final test, which is typically Scantron (spelling?), at least if I don't know an answer I can use the art of narrowing down choices and do well in that manner.

For those of you who don't know, estoy consado. (I am tired).

Adios, and take care my friends.