Desert Warfare

I am here at Virginia Beach Campus.

I must do well in these last 2 courses. Then, in the Fall, it will be time for the Orals. I assume the USA will still be a going concern, now that the fascist Obama has his prize. If it is not, then I will not have to worry about the Orals, or anythng else.

In the Nonfiction course, I will need to have an essay on the state of my project with St. Mark's, and then the project itself. I will need to reassemble the digrec, and make sure it is in working order. I will need to fromulate my question, now, to avoid being a fool.

In the New Media course, I have a presentation in less than 2 weeks. I am not sure what to look for in literature on the sucbet. The Zombie Jim book I will have to get, but until the claim check comes in I can buy nothing. Then there is the paper, and I will have to look at the guidelines again.

Goalsetting is alien to me, but I must do it to survive. I should have learned the skill early in my life, but then, I was busily being Eaten, so I did not. I will have to do my best here. Goals help the focus. Perhaps I fear that I might be wrong. Well, I if I do not plan, I WILL be wrong.

The car problem did not help. With the worry and the logistics, I lost a lot of time and as a result, flunked the midterm. At least the points are close enough for redemption, or I would be finished. I am fighting deadlines, outside enemies, and ME.

I am envious of the Successful. The look of calm and focus on ther faces, the ease from having built a strong foundation; they are like trees planed near a river, and with deep roots. I am treading water, and getting weaker, with sharks circling.

Well, God does not want me to give up, but it would be nice to have a tangible reason to endure.