This is going to be my real post for tonight.  You can read the last post that I had if you want to, but my philosophy is that if I put it out there, then it's out there.  It's like food that I make, people consume it and it'll never go back.  Maybe it does, but it all turns out to be fecal matter.

Today is my third day at El Camino.  I'm starting to gain stride as a student again despite my 12.5 + 8.5 = 21.0/2 = 10.5 grade level reading average, or so a test said.

Alex once said something about how tests shouldn't determine our lives.  Then again, Naomi said that it doesn't really determine as to what we are, it just verifies it.

As for a side note, Alex and Naomi are two of my friends, and with all due respect, I won't release their last names.

But going back to the test.  As much as I'm disappointed about my sophomore-reading level, there's a lot of variables that go into this:

1. I hated high school level reading.  I.E - Tess of the D'Urbervilles, Sound and The Fury.  Sorry Mr. Mernin.

2. 2's on both my AP Lit and AP English tests.  I don't really know if that's just a matter of bad test-taking or a lack of reading comprehension or both.  Someone give me a dose of harsh reality.

Going back to the topic of college, it's these two factors, plus some of course that carried me into these class.  After all, old habits die hard, or the domino effect theory.  Pick your poison.

I was sitting in my english class and I can't help but notice the people around me.  There's this one person who keeps nodding his head left to right.  He nods his head enough as if you can put a Jim Carrey voice-over in Yes Man where the scene of the tow truck driver says "NO MAN. NO MAN".  Then I learned he was blind.  I guess it all becomes understandable....

Another person that stands out in my class is this person who sits next to me.  He hasn't brought his supplies for english, and I've been lucky enough to shop in bulk that my manila folders were gone in half and I was two more scantrons short.  However, I'm not going to complain about it (partial lie here), since I was willing to give up some supplies.  "It's like kindergarten again", as Gabriella Montez (High School Musical - shoot me if you may for such an allusion) says.  Give a juice box, gain a friendship.  Something like that, I guess.

Going on with this person, I felt the essence of Westchester again sitting in Kamm's economics/government class where a majority of the people there are academically deprived, and some of them are just there for the credit (myself, for example, but this time, it really counts).  He constantly texts on his phone as I can hear his phone vibrate, and texts while the professor is giving lectures, and cracking jokes right in front of her.  I don't really mind that kinda attitude, but I wouldn't act like an idiot to someone who controls my fate as of the moment.

Going into Math class, I also feel very confident as this is intermediate algebra.  I have said in the past that I have hit roadblocks with my homework, and I'm feeling that roadblock once again, just for a couple sections, of course but a roadblock nonetheless.

My professor reminds me of a Mernin/Alex (Schmiddy) fuse.  He somewhat has Alex's features (but from afar), with a Mernin attitude (he was a guitarist too).  His lectures are easy and simple, and I never get bored with it, considering that solving math problems keeps me busy enough.

I keep looking at the bottom right corner of my laptop and it reads 12:07 and ongoing.  I still have work tomorrow, and I really don't want to look dead on my station.  Also, my back hurts a bit.  I don't know why, and I still have to copy forty pages from a book tomorrow.  That's five dollars, at least.  Blah....

I love college?