I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Tuesday at a clip

Today was just manic. And the first part of tomorrow will be cleaning up and correcting what was done in haste today. Sigh.

Tonight was the final chapter test/quiz in Medical Terminology. I got at least two wrong, and there were no extra credit. So that's 38/40, or 95%. My lowest grade so far. An A in this class is 93%.

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