Another semester at school down, unknown number to go. My English class went well (and I had a bit of fun, as you can see in this paper), and I’m contemplating registering—assuming the class isn’t already full—for the second required semester of English. These are things I should have done ten years ago, when I was young and carefree – except back then, I was young and carefree. I now, however, have this urge to progress in my life, and feel that I need structured learning to explore the nooks of my possible and future profession. Right now, I have a hole in my schedule—which used to contain a class—that I want to fill with something productive. This also means that I will set realistic goals which I—realistically and traditionally—won’t do. An example: I buy books that promise new avenues of learning and intellectual betterment, which I then simply stack up and never read. This is not out of spite for ex-forest material, nor is it caused by some deep-seated self-hatred. No, somewhere along the way, I decide that I’ve something important and urgent that requires my attention. Most of these do need some doing, but in this case, I convince myself that I don’t have time to delve into that new facet of personal expansion.

This has always been to my detriment, and I am—somewhat to my disbelief—slowly correcting it. Wish me luck.