What do you do in your spare time?
Seems like for the past couple of days, I’ve been having a free time fiasco. Seems like I never have enough free time to get blogs written, read books, and do the things that I like. I know some of it is from starting up school again and taking all honors courses, but I expected to have a little more free time than this.
So, senior year. I’ve got Physics, Calculus my first two periods. Same class. I don’t really even move. The homework is the toughest I’ve ever done, and I’m slipping. I don’t want to do the problems, even though I know I should. For example, in my Honors Organic Chemistry class, I have a worksheet, front and back, to do. I only did the front and a partial of the back, since I don’t understand the questions on the back. I don’t want to finish the work, but I know if I don’t, then bad things will happen.
More and more I keep thinking about what I’d be doing if things were going right: I’d be playing varsity soccer, I’d have a steer for the fair that starts in about a month and a half, and I’d be having a good time doing those things. Now it seems all that I have left is band, school work and the inevitability of farm work. I slip in and out of emotional stress, and I feel like I don’t have enough time to do anything.
This free time fiasco seems to be an ongoing event. I’m doing ok in the way of things though. On the 18th of September, Wizards of the Coast puts out a new set of Magic: the Gathering cards in a tournament called a prerelease. The cards are put up for sale around the 1st of October, but you can get them ahead of time and try to win a few more boxes of them at the prerelease. I’m looking forward to that, but for now my free time seems to be in a constant limbo of nothingness.
First football game last night. Our team did exceptionally well, winning at 35-7. The band did semi-decent, but we’ve still got to work out a few kinks in the show. My trumpet solo did pretty good, and my duet with the good Capt. did even better. 
I’m tired. Just got finished reading Grendel, by John Gardner. Strange book.
Peace,
Beebes