I'm not sure why everything hits at once. Maybe since I'm stressed about the projects due next week, I am more susceptible to stress about other things, too. Or maybe I am just tired... That also increases susceptibility to stress.

At any rate, World Lit upset my world again today, and then an e-mail I read from a friend afterward completed the chaos. Now I'm trying to write a paper about why people search for purpose and direction in life. Wow.

In World Lit, as always, we talked about the freedom of choice. Dostoevsky was right--or the Grand Inquisitor--whoever's opinion was really put forth in that section of The Brothers Karamazov--freedom of choice IS a huge burden for people, and I'd rather give it up than live in the chaos that results. Wouldn't I?

I got about a dozen more questions than I had answers for, and Professor D had to go to a meeting. I could e-mail him... But stuff like this I would just rather talk face-to-face with someone about.

I wish stuff didn't all happen at once. I'm getting worn out.

The T-storm is over now outside. Wonder what the weather will be like for all the Main Event/RAD/180 students that are flooding our campus this weekend?

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

-Robert Frost