SCHEDULE SPRING 2010 SCHEDULE.

history of the jews in russia and eastern europe, t/th 9:30-11
history and principles of journalism, t/th 11-12:30
arts in america, t/th 12:30-2
philosophy and the arts, t/th 3:30-5

TUESDAY/THURSDAY. HELLS YES.

left and breathing.

donedonedonedonedone.overoveroverover.donedonedone.

     Everything is in a constant state of motion except for my fingers. My mind keeps chugging, my feet continue to trip, my arms sway and sway, but my fingers just can’t seem to get a grip on anything. My hair color changes from dark brown to highlighted red from winter to summer and my legs gain and lose muscle and my nails grow and are bitten off again and again. There’s an ever-changing sense to me, but my hands have managed to emancipate themselves from this rule of humanity: people grow, change, move on, move back and find themselves. My hands refuse to move on, let alone move at all.

     I can’t call myself a thinker only because I never understood that label: humanity is fated to think, so why must I label myself the obvious? I can’t call myself a leader because I usually follow (to an extent, but never the less). I can’t call myself a composer because the only thing I create is confusion, which, in the end, destroys any pre-conceptions I had in the first place. I can’t call myself a mover or a shaker because every idea I have has been thought of before. I am unoriginal, and I’m ok with it. As I should be; it would be foolish to deny the person I am. Which is probably why the only thing I am comfortable to label myself is a realist; I know myself for what I am, what I haven’t accomplished, what I wish to accomplish, and what I know I will never be able to accomplish. I’m not a super hero or a religious zealot or anything close to a shining example of a Good Samaritan, but I’m a human being and that’s good enough for me.