School has begun full-swing.

Today, I took up a poem I thought I had finished several days ago. I did not alter a word of the original piece, but I was unsatisfied with the incompleteness that it left me with. The poem eventually more than doubled in size, and has become the longest poem I have written in some time. I also consider it to be one of the best. But for its length, I would post it here; however, I doubt that anyone would read it. Poems are too common a sighting here for anyone to take them seriously. Crying wolf.

In other news, I am currently taking 19 units' worth of classes, and it looks to be a challenging but fascinating semester. My Poetry class will probably end up being the favorite. My Poetry teacher also instructs my English 101C class, and I enjoy his style very much. He is weathered, with drooping, empathetic eyes--a bloodhound--, a soft voice and a deliberate manner. He is, however, far from sedentary, since he is constantly hiking or biking. Both English classes are a joy, seeing as I am finally getting the opportunity to deconstruct again.

Otherwise, I am taking:
*Black and White Photography
*Introduction to Oceanography
*The World's Nations
*Student Repertory Theatre -- I am directing Sam Shepard's Back Bog Beast Bait, which you will all have to see once we open. It will be in the second bill, which will not perform until May. Callbacks are tomorrow, and then the respective directors will wrestle and wrangle to get the cast they want.

That's likely the most concrete entry you're going to get for quite some time. Savor it; return every so often to read it again and cherish it for its rarity. In the meantime, stay off the smack and start having more babies.