Day 67 of San Diego

Should I go to the Super Bowl: Welcoming Back the Seahawks to Seattle parade? Or should I NOT go to the Super Bowl: Welcoming Back the Seahawks to Seattle parade? That... is the question. And it's a stubborn question, too. Usually, I would say "F it" and do what would make me happy... Yet Philosophy is very demanding. Today I asked my Philosophy teacher if it would be okay to skip tomorrow for the parade. I didn't even MENTION the parade to him and he asked, "Is it because of the parade?" I smiled and he smiled back. He knows what's up and I'm sure he knows he probably won't have a full class tomorrow. But he told me that it wouldn't be a good idea that I skipped tomorrow. However, I didn't hear what he was mumbling about on why it wouldn't be such a good idea. I know it wouldn't be a good idea in the sense of missing a few key notes. But I guess there's an assignment that's due some time soon with tomorrow's notes being important for the assignment.

The thing is... each person I walked by today on campus was talking about going to the parade.

I highly doubt there'll be many people on campus tomorrow.

You know? I should skip... I respect my Philosophy teacher in advising me not to skip tomorrow, but I have an A- in that class... I'm assuming the assignment he was gibbering about was a three point assignment due tomorrow. AND if I have time to get the assignment done, I could read other people's answers to see what I need to answer and how to answer it. Ta-Da!

I'm tired of being the nerd and sacrificing my happiness for elaborate study time in which I don't even need.

I've been snatching up great grades since the beginning of my college days. I think it's about time I go out in the world and snatch up a bit of joy.

Besides, if I missed tomorrow, I would've only missed two days of class since January 1st.

A Winter Walk

While walking in the countryside "enjoying the air, sounds, and colors of winter," Your Shot contributor Marisela Murcia Navarro suddenly caught this sight. "I stopped and felt that nature had given me a gift," she says. A native of Spain, Murcia had been visiting her father's region of Manchuela in Castile-La Mancha and, during long walks with camera in hand, found "scenes that seemed out of the pages of a story." (By: Marisela Murcia)