So life continues after the weekend. Being in college puts a whole new light on things. I find it interesting that suddenly there is more responsibility, but at the same time, you get away with more. You have to get your assignments done on time, you are held accountable for your actions, but then there is this stereotype that all college students are party animals who are incapable of creditable work. Sorta weird.

Ever wondered just what you are doing with your life? I mean, here I am at 9am on a Monday morning, on a computer listening to the West Side Story soundtrack waiting for classes to start. What the heck am I working for? I have an answer, thank God. But all throughout campus, there are students who have no clue what life is about, much less what they want to do with theirs. What GOD wants them to do. Man, how depressing. I have to stop.

"The most beautiful sound I ever heard. Maria."

In choir, we are now working on the Lord Nelson Mass, by Franz Haydn. It's so magnificent. I feel like a cheater, in a way, not having to learn the Latin. But it soon swells to pride at the mystique and grandeur of the Catholic culture, of which we Americans have no conception. I am so going to Europe. Don't know when, but I'm going.