The End of a Semester

It’s been a while. I probably shouldn’t get into the habit of opening every blog post with an apology. Pretty soon I’ll be posting something every Thursday, so no more apologies will be needed.

Today marks the end of the semester. I had a great run-- Astronomy, Algebra and Public speaking.

I have to say, the class that scared me the least when I signed up for it turned out to be a huge thorn in my side… I’m talking about Astronomy.  I thought it was going to be memorizing the names of constellations and looking up at the stars. Boy, was I wrong. There was some stargazing, but the majority of the work was mind-numbing lab work and calculations. I just wanted to look at stars! I was roped in by my foolish, wide-eyed naivety about the cosmos.

I was trepidatious (to say the least) about Public Speaking. The first time I got up to introduce myself I was literally shaking. After I got over the shaking, turns out I’m actually pretty good at getting up in front of people and talking.

Algebra has been my nemesis since High School. Back then, if I were to equate the hatred I had for Algebra to a person, I would probably say Adolf Hitler or Benito Mussolini. Fortunately, after many semesters of taking math classes, I have reconciled with Algebra. Turns out Algebra is more like a person that’s hard to get to know and understand at first, but once you get to know it better, they’re really just an easy-going, misunderstood, nerd. Perhaps that was too generous… but still, I did come out of that class with flying colors. I have to thank my teacher for that, and lots of hours with my head in my text book, scratching away at homework.

The first question my dad asked me after I came home from school today was, “What are you going to do now?”

Well Dad, I’m not entirely sure, but one thing is certain—I will be working on writing. I will publish my book, and start another one. That is my plan for now.