OCTOBER AT IU

As a student I'm one dimensional. I can write a paper like it's no body's business, but that's about it. My study habits are lacking, and when it comes to math and science I'm pretty much worthless. Its worked for me so far, now that I'm a Junior. Several months from now I will retire from studying and move on to the work force. No more research, no more memorizing. Well I hope anyway.

"The Bends" by Radiohead is one of the definitive albums of the 90's. My theory is no matter what your favorite band list is, if you add Radio Head in somewhere people will say "hey, you have good taste".

I got my history paper back today. One of the few A's in the class. My TA jotted down that my intro was "beautiful" and that all she could say was that it "was an excellent paper". She even took the effort to whisper "great job" as she was handing them back. I take a lot of pride in my writing, so when I read these comments I was very pleased.However, I was not surprised by the positive markings on my paper. During the peer edits, I noticed some really horrible papers. So I didn't do much on my revision. I'm not a strong editor, but I tried to give those who I graded helpful advice to improve their papers

My mom and sister came to visit yesterday afternoon. Its been a while since I've seen them. Dad was down here a couple weeks ago doing work in Martinsville. It was really nice to see them in good spirits, given the present condition of my uncle Mark who has cancer.

We went out to eat at Steak n Shake and I ordered a double chocolate shake that was simply amazing. Laura, my sister, kept talking about her boyfriend Mitch. "I'm not going to call him today or tomorrow," she declared.We tried to see a movie, but nothing was showing at 3:00 in the afternoon. Instead we went grocery shopping and I stocked up on Ram eon noddles and Mountain Dew.

Back at the apartment they both noticed a smell coming from my kitchen. Of course I didn't notice it, but it turned out to be the garbage. Mom quickly took it out to the dumpster and I finished unloading the groceries. I played some guitar while Laura took advantage of my high speed Internet. She said she really missed hearing me play at home. Its odd when you miss small things like that.The only contraband I had in my room was a bottle of Capt Morgan, which I hid in the morning while I was getting ready for class. That reminds me, its still sitting in the shoe box in my closet.

By the time they left my apartment was spotless, it looked and smelled a lot better. I'm planning on coming home this weekend to see my Uncle in Chicago, it's not looking real good. Its possible that he might have AIDS as well.I'm looking forward to seeing everyone, but I get kind of stressed being at home during the school year because my parents are full of advice, and suggestions.