"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Thursday...

~Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I could totally fall asleep right now. Which is sad cuz I got eight hours of sleep last night... and it's not even four. But when I nap, I nap for at least three hours...

Starting this post with no actual direction... I think I forgot how much stress comes with school. Not trying to be negative either. Just, there's more than just homework and class and studying. There's the shopping and cooking and laundry and payments and deadlines with registration and housing and scholarships. Haha, like there's always something I'm gonna forget.

I'm feeling slightly stranded here without my car. Not like I usually drove it everyday... just knowing it was there ~sigh~

Haha, don't mean to be dramatic. Ya, I couldn't drive it up here so I'll get it next weekend. By the way! My ankle is doing so well! I walked with the whole bottom of my foot today! And only a slight limp! I'm still using braces and icing and limping for caution, but I'm pretty excited :)

So, there's always a class you dread the most. At least, for me there is. Really sucks when the class you dread is the one you have every day. French will be the death of me. And if not me, my GPA.

And then there's at least one assignment that the teacher tells you about the first day that you just hope they'll forget about. This semester, I have to memorize and recite the first 18 lines of "The Canterbury Tales"-in middle English. Haha, not funny. It'll be cool to be able to do, but, oh my.

My teacher said that that's one of the cool things about an English major. People will hear what we majored in and laugh and ask what we could do with that or where it got us... and we'll be able to recite that...
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