I'm grumpy about going to school so that I can get my masters so I can go to school for the rest of my life. As a teacher, but still. School. Forever. And I'm actually excited about it.

Oh hi, irony, good to see you.

I'm sitting (hiding) in my favorite spot in the library because I'm rad like that, and I have two and a half hours between classes. There's a perfect little couch facing a huge window that gets sun in the morning in this little alcove that's quiet but not too quiet, and always has great art on one wall. The only problem is that, on the other wall, the one behind me and hanging directly above me, there's a painting of a naked woman. I'm not looking at it so it doesn't bother me, but I'm sure it's slightly disconcerting for anyone walking by. I think it's funny though, so you won't find me in another spot.

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I've already argued with a professor, which was a great tip off (not kick off, because I would rather use basketball phrases than football ones)  to this term.

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While I've been sitting here, trying to think of clever things to say about school that everyone else hasn't already said, clouds have moved in and blocked out the sun.

If I believed that everything was a sign, I would assume that the clouds mean that change is coming in my life, and the best way to handle it will be to sit and watch and enjoy it. Eventually, though, I'll have to walk out and actually experience the change, I can't just sit and watch it forever. It may alter the way I live my life, but I'll still be fundamentally the same person. The change will effect the people around me, as well - in different ways. Some will enjoy it more than others.

Dang, maybe I should believe everything is a sign. I'd rather think that than just go walk in the rain.