I felt horrible this morning. I don't know if it's an underlying sickness, or some space parasite, or what. Whatever the case, I didn't feel like going to class. It's not as if I wanted to miss my two classes today; I've grown to hate being absent (no doubt shocking to high school chums). It's my first (and hopefully only) absence in those classes.

Complaining about school wouldn't be complete without mentioning my networking class. I failed a quiz today in this class; the first thing I've ever failed at this college. Our teacher is trying to cover far too much material. I hate this class very much. I wouldn't take it, but for some insane reason it's required even though my major has nothing to do with networking. I honestly don't care what my grade turns out to be as long as I pass the course and never have to read about IEEE 802.3, OSI layers, or UTP, STP, or any other blasted type of twisted pair again. I can think of nothing more uninteresting than networking.

I'm still worrying myself with everything I wrote about last time. So many questions continue to present themselves. Which university will I eventually end up attending? Which classes will transfer? How long will it take? What exactly will I teach? What age? What if I want to teach at the college level? Will I even be able to get the money to do this? How tough is it going to be? That's just the beginning. I know I want to teach. I can't imagine myself doing anything else except becoming a reclusive writer. I can't even write. I want to teach. I know I would be good at it. I wish I had started on this path right when I graduated high school. If I hadn't met Samantha, that's exactly what would've happened. I might've even been near completion by now. I can't go back and change that, though. I sure have a tendency to ramble, don't I?