Greetings from what feels like half a world away from the Hill (read: 45 minutes). Today, I began ordering my textbooks for the fall semester and I've already forgotten what it's like to have disposable income.
I was unable to find a job this summer, so I've been doing odd jobs for relatives and other people around the neighborhood. Some good has come of this. If you ever need someone to do light woodwork (such as staining and weatherproofing) I'm capable of doing so. Also, if you need landscaping, painting, cleaning, paint stripping or (as I discovered one afternoon) someone to scrape all of the grime off your cupboards using a butter knife, please, let me know.
With that in mind, I figured that I'd begin some preliminary work with my textbooks and start blogging about them now, so as to have fresh material when I get to class. This will, hopefully, help to assuage my procrastinator like tendencies and will aid me in TALKING MORE this year. (Brief anecdote: I had a French teacher in high school who would repeatedly tell my mother that I didn't talk enough. Unfortunately, I refuse to analyze the situation further. Consider that a brief foray into self discovery, but without insight).
It doesn't look like many people have been posting over the summer, but I thought that I'd just let someone know that I'm alive.
Regards,
Beth