I will be the first to admit that my last post was lame beyond all get-out. I didn’t have much to say or enough time to say it. That may only make sense to me, but forgive me. Like I said, living in Wimmer, or WimTown as the cool kids call it (I am not a cool kid), is nice. It’s grand that I don’t have to leave the building hardly because it’s attached to most of the classrooms and the cafeteria.

My classes are good but challenging. I suppose I shouldn’t complain about that. That’s what I hated about high school- not being challenged one iota and now I’m being challenged beyond belief. It’s not too bad. One must learn to walk before they can run and if I plan on being in the great race that is the real world, I might want to establish some land legs. My acknowledgement of this does mean that I will not complain. To whine is my right.

I have a very massive, intensive and all together unfun presentation to give tomorrow. I have rehearsed it several times, but God knows how much easier it is to say these things to the mirror than to a crowd of people. It’s not that I’m scared of them, only scared of what will come out of my mouth. I tend to talk too fast and stumble over words not because I’m nervous, really. I guess I’m just so excited to get the information out, I mess up every know and again. Like my friend Nick says, I just need to settle down. If you are nervous speaking in front of people, you better get over that fear real quick and in a hurry before you come to college because there is no escaping oral presentations.