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4.19.2004

Well, it's April, and it's nice outside, which means more distractions from schoolwork, amongst other things. With the awesome weather I've actually managed to run a lot, i'm aiming to run a marathon in a year, in the hopes that it will motivate me to run more. So far(4 weeks now) it seems to be working. I've been managing 5-6 runs per week. Oddly running thru flint isn't as bad as most would think. Besides the occasional used prophylactic, hypodermic needle, and broken Crown Royal or Bud Ice bottles, the runs have been's fairly safe. I haven't been shot at yet, and i haven't been mugged, so at least i've got that going for me. Though it's probably because I run through the suburban island near flint. Surprisingly I've been fairly studious. I guess i have to be, i've got 24 credits at the moment. I get to see all the other normal school people about to graduate and i've still got a solid 2 months. argh. Can't wait to get outta flint. This summer I'll be in Grand Rapids, Mich, going to Calvin College for a month long super fast O Chem 2 class. Oh yeah, i'm a b-section student for the term, that's kinda interesting, it's a little different than a-section, b-section seems to be a little less studious, so that's cool for me, cause that means i don't change at all and my grades should go up, though we shall see.
Oh yeah, here's my classes:
Energy Systems - Interesting lab and class, good prof, an assload of work on the stupid reports though.
Machine Design - Holy crap, what the hell is going on here?
Crash Safety - awesome class, we get to relearn dynamics and then apply it to crash safety
Plays of Shakespeare-holy crap, don't even get me started
Senior Seminar - Interesting debates, but I don't have time for a class like this
Gen Chem 2 - that's over next week, and then O Chem 1 starts up, going until June(I hate life)

Nothin else up here, life is boring, but for once that's good. Also: coffee rules
Cheers

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