I saw this sign at the library in my hometown and took a picture. There are so many rules that we just follow because that is what we are supposed to do. Why can't we ever park in this spot? Maybe we should wonder why and why not more often.

How

How can somebody bring a child into this world but be utterly determined to take no responsibility for any of it?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10924038/?GT1=7538

Bye-bye Coach

My soccer coach left the team with no warning and no discussion. One day we all get an email that says that he will not be returning and is instead going to be in New Mexico this semester. He always wanted us to respect him, but as time went on, he was less and less deserving of it. How are we to respect somebody who doesn't respect us? He left many of the team members angry, hurt, confused, and in some cases grateful to see him go. The way his treatment of us had deteriorated almost makes his leaving good news because it gives us the hope for somebody we can trust. As things are now, the men's coach is helping us out by running practices and he is doing a superb job. I have hope for the future though. My hope is that we will get a coach who does not choose favorites and who cares for us and the world's greatest game: soccer.

Classes and future

My classes this semester are awesome. It may just be the change in the types of classes I am taking that makes them so exciting. Generally I have a very math based class schedule where I have to deal with some foreigner who barely knows English. This semester, however, all of my professors speak English fluently!

But it is more than the language barrier that makes this semester different. I have not had to read a book for a class since my first semester when I took US History. This semester, I have 5 books for history of soccer, yes you read it correctly, 3 for Holocaust, and a textbook with vast amounts of reading for theories of personality. Yet, somehow I really did miss doing all of the reading. I am just interested in everything, so this addition of something new is a kind of relief.

In fact, I am taking only one math course this semester, and it is problem solving, so it is exactly the type of math that I think is fun. I am having to go back through all of my old class books to try and find some of the stuff I had forgotten, which I think will help me review much of the material that I need to refresh.

On a side note, I am not sure of what I want to do with my life. I don't know whether graduate school in math is in my future, or if I am going to pursue a long standing wish to be a field agent in the FBI. I am not sure how helpful a math major will be in the second one, nor am I sure I want to be able to be transferred wherever the bureau wishes for my first 10 years of employment. I would, however, love the diversity of work that it offered as well as the ability to use several different types of skills. I don't know my plans, but I have a bit of time to discover them. Ah well, I have bored you long enough with my longer than usual post, so farewell until later.

Ignorance

I am realizing that I really don't know very much at all. It is strange because as I get older it seems like I know less and less. By the time I am very old, I may end up knowing nothing.

Registration: A Pain in Four Trips

Yep, I have already returned to school. I had to register for classes today. You may be thinking that is some simple task where I sign up for the classes I want/need. If that is your idea, you obviously don't attend Lambuth. Two of my classes were closed, so I had to go beg the teachers of those classes to sign me into them. So I got the signatures I needed and went to the registrar's office. After that I was told to go to the business office to get my schedule. There, I was told that I owed $750 and would not get my classes until I paid. The problem was that my TN Hope scholarship wasn't posted yet, so I had to go to yet another office: financial aid. They had to look in my file and discover whether or not I did indeed deserve the Hope scholarship. When they discovered that I did, I had to get their signature and go back to the business office. Finally I completed registering for classes.

Lambuth has about 900 students, yet they are incapable of even making registration simple. Why would I have to make four separate trips in order to complete registration?