Wow, that was fast

I just finished this book today that I started last night: "Time Out of Joint" by Philip K. Dick. I've never read a book that fast since I don't know when. Probably since the first Harry Potter. It was a good read. I'm usually not into science fiction, but this was good. Will definitely look into more works by this guy. Right now, this film "A Scanner Darkly" is in post-production. It's based on a book of his.

So, in participating in this reading binge, I put off studying for my women's studies exam tomorrow. Supposedly it's the "hardest exam of the semestre". For some unknown reason to me, I'm not scared. I've come to a weird realization...

I care about grades. I have to admit it. But only about the grades in the classes I care about. Like French. I got the highest grade this week on our first exam. I'm really happy about it. I love that class, which is probably why I'm doing so well. Sadly, I don't care about what I'm learning in the women's studies class. The teacher isn't so great, and I find myself leaving that class early. I don't care about that class, so, in turn, I don't care about the grade I'll receive in that class.

I feel horribly about this (call it the Catholic guilt that's been instilled in me). My parents are paying for this education, for the dorm, for everything. I don't have a dollar to my name. Everything has always been given to me. So, I think that by not getting the awesome grade in women studies, by leaving that class early, I feel like I'm throwing away their money. A real dilemma.

in the ipod: "head over heals" by tears for fears, "my favorite things" by the lennon sisters, and "the district sleeps alone tonight" by the postal service.