All my schoolbooks have arrived, in a flurry of small boxes and bubble mailers. "Like Christmas!" declared my dad. I scissored the ends off of all the bubble mailers, extracted their contents, and neatly checked them off my required books list. As of yesterday, they're all here. They sit in two knee-high piles by the side of our living-room couch. Every now and then I dip into them and find something to read. I haven't finished many. I read
Great Expectations and started
The Great Gatsby and one of my books for Modern Middle East. I sorta look forward to digging into these piles in earnest.
The school year is coming just in time. I am bored stiff at my job. An endless succession of homeschool companies parades on my screen. The worst part is that the parade has gone around the block so often that some of the faces are looking very familiar indeed. I just have to... hang on... for 3.5 more days of work. :)