I could write an essay on that

~Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos. ~Charles M. Schulz

I have come to the conclusion that college teachers are lazy. May sound negative, but there you go! French we just do exercises from the book. ELang we just go over the homework from last week and preview homework for next week. I guess my other teachers are pretty good...

Granted, some days when I get to class early I think how it would be smart to pull out my book and review the reading. But then I remember how the lectures never really seem to come from what I read. Or maybe I just miss all the important stuff in the reading...

You know all the stories you read for classes all your life? All the ones you've heard over and over. Ya, there was a war. Ya, they immigrated. Ya, that sickness killed thousands that winter. Ya, I could write an essay on that...

I was reading Mary Rowlandson's account of what happened to her in early American history today and it hit me how it all really happened. I knew that, of course. But all that kind of stuff always seems like it was so long ago. Like I couldn't relate to it now.

But then she talked about her six-year-old daughter that was injured and suffering for nine days before she died when the Indians took them. Not that I have any situation to compare to that, but my niece turns six this year. And I hated imagining what that would have been like for her.

I just found the reading a lot more interesting-even if it was terrible and sad-after that. I read for almost an hour and a half and didn't realize it had been that long! Normally homework reading goes by SO slow.