Less than three weeks until my graduation. I know that I have never actually put anything into this online journal, but I am not much of a journal writer. My life is sooooo boring. Take today. I pull myself out of bed at the usual 6:20am, get dressed and ready, leave the house by 6:55, drive to school, get there just in time to start my Watersheds Management class at 8. Take notes. Leave class and haul buns to the other side of campus where my Ornithology class is held. Take notes. Haul buns back across campus to the Goddard building where I sit here and work until 2. But, as usual there is nothing for me to do, so here I sit surfing the web. You would think that would be fun, but I really don't like sitting here day after day for hours at a stretch staring at a computer screen. And I am sure you don't want to read it.

Anyway, I sent an email off to Dr. Grizzle asking him when to meet him next Monday. I am so excited about meeting my future professor and finalizing my plans for next fall. I still cannot believe I got accepted into his research program for Aquatic Pathology. I never thought in a million years I would be good enough on paper for him to want to take me on. I mean, I have virtually no field experience. And, while I do have work experience, this job I have now is the only one that pertains to my chosen field of work. And this only loosely. But, I will no longer question it.

 We went to go see The Alamo this weekend (me, my parents, and my sister, Shelby). I thought that it was quite good. Much more realistic than any of the other portrayals of the myth that is the defeat at the Alamo. The leaders there did not arrive there with an overwhelming drive to free Texas from the tyranny of the Mexicans, as in the famous Disney/John Wayne version. They each had their reasons for being there, and some were quite reluctant to be there. In fact, if David Crockett had not been so famous, I bet he would have skeedaddled out of there as fast as he could have ride. His short soliloquy of fame coming with certain personas we must live up to was very touching. And his character reluctantly sewed up what I thought those men embodied; reluctant heroes. They did not shirk their duties, but neither did they go explicitly looking for martyrdom. And most of them did not quite get along with the others. But, the best part overall was the sympathetic portrayals of the Mexicans on both sides of the battle. Juan Sequin and his dogged determination to follow orders, even if they are against his better judgement. The Mexican troops and their love of Davy Crockett, right to the end. Those that fought for the Texian side that were just as determined to fight for their homes as the white settlers who had just arrived...but I will not give anymore away. If you love Texas history...go see this movie right away.

This is my very first journal entry here on my playground. I know I will not be a daily writer, but I hope to put anything I feel is noteworthy here for future reference. Nothing much to report now, however.