MATH 1100 = One extra hour of sleep.

You know it's a bad day (to say the least) when your math professor, when reviewing the ridiculously easy multiple-choice homework in front of the class, gets one of his own problems wrong. It's a good thing grades come easy in this class.

I am going to learn how to read music. I am going to learn music theory. I am going to learn piano.

Baton Rouge feels more comfortable all the time. I've got three very good friends and a few more good acquaintances now. I still miss home often. I have realized that I won't be as involved in my parent's life (and vice versa) as I used to be. That's going to take some getting used to.

I am going to learn how to read music. I am going to learn music theory. I am going to learn piano.

I can't write anymore; my brain is being drained.