"Memories, Like in the corner of my mind. Misty water collored memories of the way we were." - Barbra Streisand's Memories

So, it is finnished. I have completed yet another semester of school. I have to admit, it wasnt a very good semester. I did well in my classes, but it...i dont know. I guess i was expecting more. It's no wonder things didnt go too well. I was looking at some old email's of mine and found the first one i wrote when i got to campus. This is before i blogged, but i'm sure i would have put it in just like this:

What a start. Since I had bought the ticktes for the flight, the rules
for weight of luggage changed, and not for the better. I had to pay an
additional $25 at the checkin counter. Then i boarded the plane after going
thru one of the "special" inspections which invloved me with no shoes
on and taking my belt off. The guy with the rubber glove was suprisingly
gentle.
Then i found my seat. I checked it 2 or 3 times just to make sure i
wouldnt have to sit next to the guy i did. sure enough. The guy looked and
talked, and i assume smelled, like Milton from Office Space. If you
have seen it you feel sorry for me. He had big coke bottle lenses so his
dence eyes looked extra large, much like his waste line which spewed
over into my seat, thus making it so i either could suck my arm into my
side or rest my arm on his love handles. I chose the first.
It wouldnt be complete if the guy didnt want to talk my ear off the
whole time. And it wasnt interesting. It was about his last 10 day
training session in using the exiting world of computers to manage shipping of
goods. He told me about his FTP reports, which he assumed i would know
that means...
This is all so far just in the taxing period, which did take a long
time. To my great delight, as we were done taxing the captian comes on the
intercom to explain why it was suddenly hot. It was not, as I thought,
the fact that the guy next to me was smothering me in his rolls. It was
an error in the cooling system. So we had to go back to the terminal
and have the crew work on it. No, we couldnt get out, we sat there...for
an hour and a half! Finally capt'n Stubbing says that they are now just
waiting for the crew to fax over the final paperwork on the fix job.
Why did we have to wait for the fax to be sent? No one knows, we just
did. Then since it had been so eventful since the last time, we had to
watch the safetey videos all over again. I was partially glad, since it
would get Milton next to me to shut up, but alas, since he had already
seen it, he felt this time he could comment on it for me.
I think that i had "Harry Potter" open for about an hour trying to read
it when i gave up due to that fact that Milton could not get a clue to
save his life. And by the way i was getting, it might have been a close
call for him. After realizing it was taking me an hour to get thru one
page, i changed tactics, headphones. He found that if he repeated his
questions or leaned over me he could repeat his usual interesting
tidbits about his life to me and bring himself closer, he could get me to
take one side of my phones out so he could repeat it for one last time.
Finally i claimed defeat and began to see how long he could go talking
without any input from me. it was usually in about 15 min blocks. Any
longer and he would have known what i was up to and that would void my
expirement. He might have gone on longer, but has B.F. Skinner noted, the
very act of oberving something will change it. When the heavenly, but
retarded movie, "bringing down the house" started Milton put on his
headphones and stoped talking. He still found it necisary to look over at
me while laughing at the parts he felt were funny to make sure i agreed.
sometimes i did, but never as much as he would have. when i arived late
in honolulu i found my friend there. finally, something working out. I
got home and made it to campus. I found out that my room was not
considered ready for me yet, so i had to throw my stuff in the unsupervised
tv lounge. I did get it locked, but since i have no key (of which i am
supposed to, being an RA) i cannot leave, once i do, I am at the mercy
of someone who might be around with a key. I smell, i have not unpakced,
i am hungry and cannot shower or change. I have been to some special
classes for "training" smelling like i had just crawled out from Miltons
arm pits, which is unfair, since that is not the case...i crawled out
from there 24 hours ago.
Other than that, everything is great!

Huh, maybe its my attitude and not my enviroment...............nah...