All I know is, A week ago I thought I had slipped though the "cold" season cracks unscathed.. and im annoyed that it caught up with me. My dreams last night involved something about "you can run but you cant hide". Who has it out for me? Im a simple man with simple desires, being healthy so I don't have to miss classes.

And this semester is ruff, I attended anyway because I cant really miss anything this early in the semester. My English class started off with a bang, first week 500 word essay and 4 chapters to read. I am really enjoying it. I get to talk about how my opinions differ from the author's.

The book I am writing an essay on is called "Hunger of Memory" by Richard Rodriguez. Its a autobio of his life during his transformation from his Spanish speaking home life to an English speaker public life. Its interesting but I disheartening to watch people try to define them selfs from their past, or from other peoples view of the world, which he talks about subjecting himself to. The teacher was surprised when I brought up that point. Focusing to much on the past as a way to define your life only brings misery because you can never be who you once where, you can only be who you are now, and the now is always changing. The only thing solid about life for me is change, everything else is uncertain, and I try to maintain that awareness as much as I can.

Its my second dance class, its a beginning class that touches on a few different forms, mostly to get you used to movement. I have always wanted to learn how to dance. There is something magical about watching two people move together on the dance floor, and I have been putting it of f for a couple of years now. Its so cool to watch my body move with some relative fluidity.. I'm like, "Hey! I can do that particular movement with my body, and it looks pretty cool!" tee hee

I'm tapping my slippers together and repeating "There's no place like school, and I wont be sick tomorrow"