Today.
Today was not a study day.
Today was a... drink lemonade, lazy about the house, dread the Mayes' laundry and wish for summer day.
Oh yes, the wishing for summer.

Sweet summer and the "I have 5 more classes to graduate," "I am about to give birth," and "I will wear a bikini in my maternal state" mindset.

There is beauty in today and my procrastination. Later I may not feel this way. Right now though - embracing freedom rather than regret.

I switched out of a class taught by a blasphemous professor to a wonderfully organized and structured lecture taught by a doctoral candidate. Sociology 308 - Praise God.

6 classes this spring - Mirco, Nutrition, Poetry, Sociology, Spanish, History. A good deal of reading - but nothing like the Fall.

Jack Dorman and I are friends on facebook. I dare say we are friends in real life.

My poetry professor loved my first poem! The class consists of us writing poetry - and then reading it aloud to the class and the class critiques it. And who did he ask to go first? As in - first of the semester, first to stick out their neck, first to extend their creative channels to the chopping block? Yours truly.
The response was however, greatly encouraging. He returned my poem a week later with a wonderful note at the bottom:

- and as it turns out, one I will have to share with you later because I left my poetry folder at home.