Hello, world,
Life is okay in most regards. I've been smoking wayyyyyy too much, though. 
Beyond that, I have found that school is VERY FUCKING TOUGH. It doesn't help that my Contracts course is like twenty times harder than the other students' class. I found out that the answer I gave on the take-home exam was just BARELY above half-credit. 
I have no idea what this teacher expects, anymore, and have lost fiath in her ability as a teacher. It just seems unjustified that I should feel really good walking out of that class-room, thinking that I've done very well, only to discover that I had hardly earned half of the necessary credit.
Anyhow, I may go home again with Lesley tonight for comfort and rest, etc. She's really pretty good to me, and I think the opposite also holds true. We're good together.
Maybe illicit details could be shared eventually, but I've been keeping all of this fairly hush. Mainly because we're uncertain about how two mature adults should handle these things when we're in a school together. Roles, you see...
Anyhow,
Ian
Life is okay in most regards. I've been smoking wayyyyyy too much, though. Beyond that, I have found that school is VERY FUCKING TOUGH. It doesn't help that my Contracts course is like twenty times harder than the other students' class. I found out that the answer I gave on the take-home exam was just BARELY above half-credit.
I have no idea what this teacher expects, anymore, and have lost fiath in her ability as a teacher. It just seems unjustified that I should feel really good walking out of that class-room, thinking that I've done very well, only to discover that I had hardly earned half of the necessary credit.
Anyhow, I may go home again with Lesley tonight for comfort and rest, etc. She's really pretty good to me, and I think the opposite also holds true. We're good together.
Maybe illicit details could be shared eventually, but I've been keeping all of this fairly hush. Mainly because we're uncertain about how two mature adults should handle these things when we're in a school together. Roles, you see...
Anyhow,
Ian
I have yet to have heard from my teacher, however. I sent her an email on Friday in the early afternoon, and in general I just find that she is inaccessable. She refused to give us direct feedback on our answers, and instead posted some sort of general-guideline supposedly "model answer" which doesn't even meet her requirements in terms of hacing full sentences... I will look everything over today, but that was REALLY frustrating.
beyond the bitching, however, I feel like I'm at a pretty good point in my life. I just need to work very very hard from now on. Forever.
Damnit.
I got a shave today, which was more like a too close nicking than a close shave, but GEORGE the barber I think felt pretty badly about it, and asked me to come back all of the time. He's alright in my book.
Saw Shamguard, today, just coming out of the subway. He invited me to go check out some of the best ballers in New York, but I had to come here to study. I am fucking directed, at least, but there's also no telling what sort of trouble I could get into. Best not to go.
He did give me a good head-rub/hug/knee-to-the ground sort of thing though. Cool people overall.
Be well,
Ian