The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I am in the lobby of Southern State Community College at the moment, waiting for Joey's bus driver to complete her midterm exam. She was super nervous, so I tagged along as emotional support. I am confident she will pass, as long as she doesn't psyche herself out. It is all stuff she knows, after all. She just doesn't test well...apparently. She was hoping the exam would be electronic, and that way I would be able to somehow sneak in and take the test for her, but unfortunately, it is a paper test.

Being here makes me kind of want to take the next step in the enrollment process and go to school here. Maybe I will. But there is no rush. Especially with my already packed schedule. I mean, my current course load of self-teaching classes include Japanese, Russian, Korean, Icelandic, and Algebra. And then my MOOC schedule is Italian, Chinese (to keep it fresh in my head), Accounting, Algebra (this one actually starts in March), and English Composition (another March start). So, taking courses that I have to pay for is not really a priority.

So, let's see. What should I ramble on about now...?

The puppies are getting bigger, and have started eating solid food. That's nice.

Carma and Tom keep bringing in more junk to fill the house. She complained that her mother was a hoarder, but Carma is just as bad. There are so many chairs in the living room, that you have to climb over a couple just to sit down. And then the dining room has even more junk in it, and yet we still don't have enough room to sit down and eat in there. And while more and more junk gets put in the house, I have been getting rid of the stuff in my room. Mainly, my bed. It is so much more comfortable sleeping on the floor, and my back feels so much better. Plus, it really opens up the room. I am glad to be rid of it. Now, I have room for my bike (that I rarely ride), and I don't have to move it whenever I need to get into my closet or dresser.

There is a tour group going by right now. I remember those days well. I hated going on tours. Back when everyone was still trying to choose what school to attend, I had already been enrolled at Marietta for three years. I loved not having to decide. And I love choosing to not go there in the end. I feel much better waiting for me to live my life how I want to, and not choosing to follow what every adult wanted me to do.

Well, that's about it for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Late!

Michael