In the course of my uninteresting, sometimes stressful, exhausting registration day, one thing both good and noteworthy happened.

It only took a two and a half minute meeting with Mr. Dr. O' to feel on track and sure of myself once again. These two remarks sum it up:

Mr. Dr. O': Why are you auditing linguistics?

Mr. Dr. O': And you're going to grad school?

a: Good question. I know my recent plans for language are more of a cop out, more of an alternative, than a true passion. I am genuinely interested in linguistics, and hope I'll have a chance to delve into the subject. But I can't take it on now, as a 7th course, and kill myself trying to get everything I'd like to out of it.

b: I love how he asks as if he's expecting it. He thinks I'm of the caliber to go on to grad school. He thinks it's my next logical step. And honestly, if I know that's what I truly want to do, and he believes I'm able, what more proof do I need? There's no point in cop outs and alternatives. I know what's right.

Anyway I know this seems stupid and insignificant, but in the two full days I've been here, the fact that I've kept my room clean and attended to business today, it just makes me feel like I'm up to it, like I'm more responsible and mature than I was in past semesters, that I will finally work up to my potential.

I know that sounds terribly cheesy, but it's true. I think this is going to be a good year for me.

There's probably more to say but this room is way too hot to be sitting here this long.

You stared at the pictures on your wall and all the postcards from your friends, As you heard the birds and old familiar sounds. An that's when you knew this world can't be saved; only discovered. And you knew things could be different than before. And you will not be alone anymore.
dar williams