A Piece on the Present

I finished the novel "Nausea" by Jean-Paul Sartre today.
It didn't move me; I'm not sure it was meant to.
Not much happened; I guess it wasn't supposed to.
Such is existentialism. Such is life. A book begins; it ends.
We live; we die. That's the order of things. Moving on.
I also did some calculations regarding my finances, and I have
$11.51 to play with this week, after buying groceries, paying
fines and debts, and putting aside savings.

Tomorrow I'm meeting Dr. Thomas Derrick @ the Cup and Chaucer,
the cafe at the Cunningham Memorial Library at ISU. He is my adviser.
I won't buy coffee, I'll make some at home and take it with me,.
He is giving me my PIN and we are going to discuss some things such as
my disappearance last fall, my intention to pick my education degree back up,
and what classes I can/should take in order to best accommodate myself.
I'll also mention that I would like to pick up Teaching English as a Second language,
as a minor. I need an honors minor too, or does studying abroad fill that requirement?
Either way--

I would like to study abroad in the spring; I don't know where yet.
That's something I could discuss with Dr. D, but I will also need to talk
to the woman who handles all of that sort of thing. I can't recall her name at the
moment, but she's nice; I met her once, maybe twice.

(After the last line was written I had an argument with my younger sister, Courtney. She really can be a bitch sometimes, but yelling back at her and getting defensivedoes no good; I know this. But I still do it. I still do it. Why? God knows. Translation: There is no good reason.)

So after my meeting with Dr. Derrick, I will go to the controller's office and pay the $95
that is barring me from registering for classes. How I racked up that kind of fine I really don't
know. But I'll pay it, and I'll be in the clear. Next I will talk to residential life. Figure out living
situations. I won't be able to live in Pickerl. That's where I would like to be. But it will take me
at least a semester to pull my GPA back up to Honor Student standards. I need to talk to
Greg Bierly about that. Ask if I am able to get in good standing if I can move back in to my
old stomping grounds. It's the nicest residence hall at Indiana State; it really is.
I have realistically high goals, I think.









Been keeping a steady sweat on my brow
As is evidenced by the ring of sweat on my cap
I pound the same pavement as I have for years
With a little more pay off, a little more speed
My legs ache and my back aches and I breathe hard
But it's a good ache as I'm learning what it means to work hard.
I've got next to no money, which is more than before
And my friends are by and large the same
I've traded in a few, and I've reaffirmed a few more
I'm glad to say I feel good today
I feel good about today, and yesterday
And I have high hopes for tomorrow.