Under attack...

I'm being taken
About to crack, defenses breakin'
Won't Somebody please have a heart,
Come and rescue me now, 'cause I'm falling apart.

Yup, that's about how I feel at the moment, mostly due to that horrible spanish class I'm required to take. I just don't want to be there, I've got no passion for the material (unlike my four other classes), and I'm not doing that grand in it. All in all, I've got absolutely no drive to study for it, which is what I should be doing right now, but I can't work up the energy for it. I just can't. My drive in that class has been slowly declining for a few weeks now, but it has just hit rock bottom. Take monday for example. I make up, get ready for class, and left two hours early to go to the computer lab and work on my lab manual and composition. Guess what, not only did I wind up working on my Adlerian Birth Order essay for my personality class instead, but I became so immersed in it, that I didn't look at the clock until 12:25, meaning that I had already missed half of my class. So I came back to my room, sat down at my desk, opened my spanish book, then quickly shut it again. Then I grabed my keys and went shopping at Michaels. Got the latest issue of Beadstyle Magazine, and decided that I must make the wirework necklace displayed in it. Then I came back to my room and stared at my homework the rest of the evening. Today has basically been the same story. Work on another assignment for a little, then I stare at my spanish work for a little.

Anyhow, just incase you were wondering, after my last post, the rest of my break continued to go pretty well. I spent at lot of time with Julie, and with my grandmother at the nursing home. I also got all the interveiws in that I needed to for now. One of those interveiws led to me attending Ephrata Mennonite Church on Sunday. It wasn't bad at all. Perhaps I'll be visting there again someday soon.

Anyhow, to sum this whole post up, right now I'd give an awful lot to be back at home instead of being here. It's odd, when I left for home, I wanted to stay here. Now, one week later, I'd kill to leave.