Semester one is complete and I’m just waiting until I head for home (in about four hours). Finals we’re as hard as everyone seemed to make them out to be, maybe after getting further into the program they will become harder for me. I did only have one test, two portfolio reviews, a semester project and a written portfolio submission to do. Somehow it seems like more when I write it all out like that though.

I’m looking forward to a short stint away from stout. The lack of homework will be greatly appreciated and will allow me time to do other things that I really want to do.

So my RA just walked in and now I have a single room for next semester. Part of me is disappointed that it didn’t work out with ned and me but there comes a time when you need to do what is best for yourself. This is what is best for me. I guess I might come off like a jerk to one of the people who I used to conceder my first true best friend, but he’s changed and I guess to an extent I have as well. We grew apart and he has a different concept of what he is looking for right now then I do.

Well I’m gonna hit the showers and then start packing my stuff up for the break. I’m still not sure exactly what to bring home or what to keep here. Should be a good time for sure… and coming back here to my own room (it still baffles me how he didn’t get the director of Res Life to understand his view point, I talked to him for about five to ten minutes, held my ground and he indirectly agreed to my terms. Jason had even already received a roommate which changed and ned is going there now. How ned wasn’t able to accomplish that I don’t know)

I don’t know if I will be able to make another entry before I leave for utah tomorrow or not. I’m really looking forward to spending time with my dad, It seems almost as if in the past few months he’s had some internal revelation and I’m very excited about it. I’m excited at the prospect of really getting to talk with him, then there is the skiing which is just going to be fun. We’ve been smack talking each other for weeks, I’m just gonna feel bad when he doesn’t get a chance to catch his breath. Although I won’t say anything when he blames it on the altitude.

take care and God bless your soul,
~paul