New Semester

So far, this semester is really hard. It's not even my classes, really, it's me. I'm finding it difficult to try or feel excited. Last semester I felt like my life was finally back on track. This semester the goal of graduation seems somehow further away, and the future after that even more uncertain.

Back to School

My English teacher is about my age. He teaches a class on 19th century American female writers. He is making an effort to learn everyone's names, and he had us sit in a circle for class discussion. He seemed to like my comments about "Melodramas of Best Manhood" and "Hobomok." He dresses like GQ, but he told us that he used to be a drummer in a metal band when he was younger.

He is, in a word, dreamy.