this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
11 September 2004

School has started, and I'm reminded of my allergy to lectures--no matter how interesting a lecturer is, I cannot stay awake through an hour and fifteen minutes of someone talking at me. I have to have some sort of interaction, or I become deathly bored.

So today is the three year anniversary of 9/11. Somehow I don't feel right taking part in any mourning ceremonies, especially the one my dorm is going to, as the posters announcing the trip seem to emphasize the free food afterwards more than anything else. I can just be glad, I suppose, that I very luckily didn't lose a loved one in the tragedy, and send my best wishes to those who did.