Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Will I Ever Have Class Again?

It very seldom snows in this part of Virginia. Apparently, when it does snow, however, the state likes it so much that it keeps doing it. Over, and over, and over . . . Honestly, the snow is acting like the Energizer bunny!

So far this week, I have had two classes let out early owing to the weather, two classes have been canceled, and PT tomorrow morning is canceled. No word yet on whether or not I'll have my Thursday ROTC lab, but I certainly hope that we still have it. We're going to be doing land navigation, and as it's my first time, I'm a little excited about it.

As I type, I can still hear the sleet outside. It's been doing it for over an hour, plus we got more snow today. We're also supposed to get more snow tomorrow and on Friday. I'm beginning to wonder when, if ever, I'll have class again! Poor Jasper is very distressed by this weather: he has a favorite "spot" on the grass for his "moments" and though he searches in vain each time he goes out, he just can't seem to locate his "spot" under all that snow. It's actually rather sad watching him grow more and more frantic to find his "spot," and then sadly resign himself to a different "spot." Poor little dog!

With no PT tomorrow, that means that I get the entire day off! Which, in grad school terms, means that I get to read all day and do my part of the group project that was assigned on Monday. I'll still get a little enjoyment out of it though; I've decided that tomorrow is the perfect day to make chili for the first time. I'll let you faithful readers know how my first attempt turns out (and if it's good, I'll even share the recipe).

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"