Well I guess I am going to throw out two posts in one night. Work is slow and my mind seems to be turning at a fast pace. I can't figure out some things. First, I think that going to Oxford was like a drug. I went and I had an experience that I know can't be replicated without...well Oxford. I cared about my studies there. I have always cared about what grades I got while at AC but at Oxford it was so much more then the grade it was the knowledge and the power that came with having that knowledge. Here we go to class and cram our brains with facts about the subjects of our picking. After the information has been given we never use it or we only use it with other people who are in out study. This is not the case at Oxford. At Oxford you need to be a jack of all trades if you are going to be able to even sit in on the pub talk that takes place 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I crave that conversation. I want to be surrounded by people who are the top of their classes and be looked at as someone who can sit eye to eye with a stranger and be thought of as an equal. The sad thing is that I know this is not going to take place in Adrian. Here we talk about video games, girls (most of the male conversation about such I find crude), and if we get lucky a drop of politics. Professors here (at Adrian) are the best but getting a drink and just talking is hard as most worry about what is going to happen to them if someone finds out they are spending time with a student out of the classroom. It just seems like for being "the land of the free" our lives are very controlled by outside influences.

PS> I must say I am sorry for the beer poems. I was not myself and feel bad about the sexist nature found in the one. Yet, I don't think taking them down is a good thing as they provide an example of what I need to be more observant about.

Not All Who Wander Are Lost.