We're ending another year but it seems like we just did this a few months ago. More and more the days feel like they are flying by. I remember when I was a kid, summer vacation felt like it lasted a lifetime and a year took forever to finish. Now a year feels like a few months time. I don't like it one bit. I'm not the only person to notice this race of time. Others I've spoken to feel the same way. It makes you think (if you're the thinking type) that there is some sort of conspiracy going on. Every once in a while I get the feeling that the world I live in isn't real. I mean how do we judge reality anyways? How do I know that my life, my experiences are real? By now you're probably thinking "uh-oh, she's lost it" but these are the things I wonder about sometimes. Anything is possible. This kind of thinking reminds me of thoughts I've had about God and the universe. I get the feeling that "God" is really a scientist in a lab and our world, Earth exists in a petrie dish on his table and he does experiments on us to see what kind of results he'll get. It would make sense. We are one big experiment. All these different religions, races and cultures on one planet. How did this all come about really? The petrie dish would explain a lot of things. I think some of this might be considered paranoia but these are just thoughts and feelings that go through my head. I like to let them out to make room for something else. Heh.

On to other things in my life. I just finished my second Spanish class and although I felt that I did horribly in the class I found out that I got an "A". I hated this class. It was four months of drudgery. My feelings towards it were good for the first month of the class, I enjoyed the way the teacher had us all get up and talk to one another and I made some friends. I did well on my tests and homework too. After that though, I became irritated with the teacher and his methods. I didn't mind the interaction with the other students, but I disliked that he treated us like little children. After working all day the last thing you want to do is prance around the classroom like you did when you were in kindergarten. That was the way it felt to me and I got very irritated by the whole thing. Towards the end of the class I was participating less, missing homework assignments and basically just had a pissy attitude. It was hard and I was feeling a lot of stress. I had a lot going on besides the class. At work my co-worker was out for maternity leave which left me without any help, it was difficult to get my homework done at home because the kids were a big distraction and I had to put in additional hours at the language lab. Still, somehow I managed to get an "A". I'll take it. I'm going to take English next. That will be my main focus for a while. I desire to become a better writer and there is so much to learn. Oh yeah, I'm going to take a bellydancing class next month. I've been wanting to do this for a long time but the classes are expensive. It's my Christmas gift to me.