Work Ethic

Mine is terrible. I didn't used to be this way. Once upon a time I had the ability to sit down, complete a task, and then go into school the following day with a zeal to learn and talk about what I had completed the night before. Then I became a Sophomore and decided that homework and therefore school in general was pointless.

Bad habit to fall into.

Alas, there's little to be done of my terrible GPA at this moment. The semester is over and done. The only thing to do in hopes of saving it would be to try to scrounge up a course over the summer and possibly raise the aforementioned GPA to reasonable standards. (It's not completely horrid, but it's less than I would like to think I'm capable of).

In other news, a friend of the family passed away. The strange thing is, I once again could not find it within me to cry. Granted, the funeral is tomorrow and that very well may change, but upon finding out, just as with my grandmother and other friends of the family that I've known, I did not feel the need to cry. I cried at Graduation. I cried when I had to bury my cat. But when a human being died, leaving me until I die myself, I find that my emotions remain constant.

Unless they aren't a believer of Christ and God. Then I cry. But we won't get onto that topic now. If I start tooting that horn again many of you will immediately say, "Ooh no, not again". So as to avoid more droning on of topics of which no one is really interested in, I leave you with this:

Somewhere in life roads once traveled together separate and refuse to meet again. Because somewhere along the separate roads walked, the two friends realize that they have changed. And what's been changed can never be fully returned to what it was.

It's a sad reality when you discover that everyone you saw as a friend in high school leaves and never really comes back the same way they were.