Rainy Friday

Today had hopes of being a rainy, dreary Friday, but alas, the sun ruins everything. There is no joy like a rainy day, especially one that is a bit nippy. You can open your window and put on a cardigan and smell and hear the fresh rain, while you contemplatively go about your day. The sun light offers no such joys: its oppressive. You can't open your window, or don any special types of clothing. There are no sounds to be heard, no freshness to be enjoyed. No, give me cold rain before hot sun any day!

I don't have any homework this weekend. I can't understand that for the life of me. I'm going to do two chapters of odd (as opposed to even; odd problems are answered in the back of the book) math problems because they are fun, and I feel like I have to do some school work. Many of the problems I've been doing lately involve finding the volume of jugs like you see women carrying on their heads:
My grandpa recommended I try instant oatmeal to fill me up in the morning (you'll recall my earlier difficulties). I've tried eating cherrios, going to class, and then eating a proper breakfast around 9 o'clock, but then I'm not hungry for lunch, but I know that if I don't eat lunch I'll be starving at 2, not to mention that I'd lose weight like crazy. I have gained 2 pounds since last week, which is reassuring. Yes, so I'm going to go and get some instant oatmeal, perhaps on my way back from mass (though, unfortunately, this is not a blue sock Saturday).

I learned a cool word today: stevedore - one who loads logs onto ships. Perhaps that's not a readily useful term. I also learned that polygyny (a husband having multiple wives) is extremely common in the world, and is in fact more common than monogamy. In many countries women will divorce their husbands if they do not marry another woman and they have the means to do so (the second wife acts as a helper... it actually makes a lot of sense). I don't think I'm ever use that either, at least as long as I'm living in America.

Last night I attended my first Calculus party. One of the party goers was visibly disgruntled, and has been so for the past few days, and I recommend that she sing a hymn, because, no doubt, singing a good hymn will always cheer you up! There is no misery a line of "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent" won't illuminate, or frustration that a strain of "Praise to the Lord!" won't remedy. Unfortunately she didn't know any good hymns, so I printed some of my particular favorites and gave them to her this morning.

Well, other than that little ditty the week as a whole has been quite uneventful. I am 1/60th done with college as of today though. Only 118 weeks. That makes about 1,416 classes, which means something like 1593 hours of class left. Some people have 4 hour long Chemistry labs though! I sat outside a geology lecture today, and I think I'd take even that over a 4 hour lab.

Sing a hymn!