After PHP class, but before my ACM TDC meeting, I went to Chick-Fli-A for lunch. On my way back to campus, I saw a sight. Some Marines were busy with a fund raising car wash at the old Media Play parking lot. To attract people, one guy was standing in the median on Abercorn. He had only shorts on, but you couldn't see them. They had him made to look like the only thing he had to wear was a carboard box. I thought it was funny. Seems an old guy in a Toyota on the other side of the road didn't think so. He was in the left lane and slowed down. He had a sour look on his face and he sure honked at the solider. I looked over at the guy and his hand looked as if he had just flipped the solider off. The solider yelled at the guy.

Some people have no sense of fun.

Today, I've come to a conclusion about my life. I am running myself into the grave at my current pace. When I get a cold sore, it's usually a sign that my body is not coping well. Last night, my brain was so fried from my tests, I couldn't think straight. I'm worn out. So, I'm on the verge of dropping my PHP class. Something has to give. PHP is an elective for me. As I was telling my professor about it today, I used the "It's not you; it's me" line. He had a good chuckle at that. He told me I'm doing fine in the class. I told him I want to learn it still. He told me even if I drop it, I can still attend class. Now to think of it over the weekend.

[♪ Listening to: "Love Has a Hold on Me" - Amy Grant]

Posted by Shawn at September 29, 2006 5:17 PM in Savannah, Schooling.