Whew!

Man. This is gonna be one challenging year. First day of classes=3 hrs homework. And that's only with half of my teachers assigning things. And no reading. But—it is worth it. I shall prevail.

How dramatic, yes?

Honestly... I'm a little intimidated by this year. Yes, but I suppose that's one reason I'm so exhilarated: I am conquering and striding just as I had hoped so many years ago.

But after highschool... what? College? I cannot afford the most challenging universities. I suppose, in lieu of a merit scholarship, I will just apply sophomore standing, take a buttload of a course load wherever, and get out in two years so I can get a job and support graduate work at the higher tier institutions.

After that, I'm gonna make a billion dollars and build a spaceship for mars. Who needs all the red tape of nasa anyway?

Anybody want to come?

Honestly, that seems perfect. I long to manifest grand things in humanity. How better than to stir her atrophying limbs? 'Tis so long since we physically explored any new place. We need poets to go to space just as much as scientists; poets to say "one small step for man..."

urgh.

perhaps I shall continue maturing until i see the worth in a more metaphysical exposition of my desires.

I can see the threads. do they all tie in? are there more yet unseen?

Now i shall rest so I can train for—and perhaps define—my purpose.

-=-raptur-=-