“Indiscreet extravagance revealed itself as truth, and contradiction, a delight born of pain, spoke out of the bosom of nature.”

I went to my first ceramics class today. I actually was teary-eyed as I read the syllabus. For good reasons, of course. The more I am “in school” the more I am beginning to realize that there are certain environments that promote the kind of education that I desire better than others. Ceramics is one of them. Bio 105 is not. I am aware of the reasons for this, and that is not my focus. Regardless, I am determined to absorb all I can from both kinds of scenarios. This attitude is part of my motivation for taking yoga for a second semester. In reminding me how to accept my limitations, I am able to excel further. Humble with a single credit, I will remember this course (along with a select few others) as having made one of the greatest impacts on my life. Self-acceptance, what I feel the greatest at the end of relaxation exercises, is the result of the fusion of my body, intellect and soul in this course. Thank you, Michelle Weiss. There was a great chance I would not have found the will to register for another semester otherwise.

Also, I am starting to suspect that I am the only person in the continental United States that is not watching the premiere of Lost.