It has been five weeks since class started, yet somehow I had not noticed. This is strange because ever since classes started, I have been obsessing over time. I literally sleep with a clock under my pillow. Unlike high school I don't feel the minutes grinding by. I don't know why that is. Perhaps it is the presence of new people. Or it could be because of a more flexible schedule. I really don't believe I want to define it, I only know it is a good feeling.

I think my teachers are all great. They each have a personality which my teachers in high school mostly lacked. But they are still my classes. And with them comes a love-hate relationship. I love my Anthropology class because that is something I plan on using in my life. I like my teacher in that class because he has passion about what he does.

Sometimes it's hard to stop what I'm doing in the afternoon to go to class, though. I can truthfully say that as far as classes, love, hate and all the little things in my life are concerned, I am very happy to be here, doing exactly what it is I am doing.