Wow. I should have started college ages ago. I think I was ready for college at around the 9th grade. I've always considered myself a logical person. So much, that every nuance of my thought processes must maintain a semblance of logic. Most people think I'm weird. I've gone through my whole life thinking I was weird. Then, BAM, I go to UNT and find all of the books and teachers telling everyone around me to think the way I do. I'm still basking... You have to love a place where you can point out some of the intrinsic flaws of Christianity, and the people around just nod with agreement. That's right friends, a whole group of people actually agreed with one of my more blasphemous statements! It's never happened before. And, my Calculus teacher doesn't assign homework, saying that we can do the practise excercises if we want, but if we already understand it, then not to worry about it. He really needs to talk to my high school math teacher (or as I used to call her, Mrs. Busywork). And my psycholgy text actually outlines that flaws in reasoning that I've been pointing out to people for years (usually with unpleasant results). Sigh, and it's only been a week and a half. I'm actually...ooh, this hurts...en...joy...ing....my...self.... What will this do to my apathy? The very core of my being depends on not caring about anything. Oh, well... :)
