I shouldn't read too much about ironies of the feminist agenda without taking a break. It messes with my ability to function at a basic level. At least this class is almost over. I don't dislike it, but it was obviously designed for non-freshmen folk. I prefer classes that meet more than once a week, and now I know that.

It's very surreal to acknowledge that my freshman year of college is almost over. My senior year of high school seemed to drag on forever, but this year flew by. I have no issues with that, seeing as I am not a "typical" PC student, and I do not feel inredibly socially connected. May 6th and I'm done. How crazy is that, and how wonderful is it to know that I only have 3 years and two weeks left of my undergraduate career. It is a delightful realization indeed.