Delinquent

There was supposed to be a lake here, but it was dried up. I suppose this shouldn't have been surprising given it is the middle of summer. Still pretty though. :)

I feel like I'm in the era of Romanticism because I keep running off to nature. I think Edgar Allen Poe would like me.

This class is seriously really funny. I don't like talking unless I feel like something is wrong or I have something significant to say. There's no point in talking for the sake of talking as I don't particularly like the sound of my own voice. Anyway, I'll occasionally raise a finger to contribute something insightful, but only if it's incredibly profound and I can make everyone "ooh and ahh" and nod in agreement. It's just funny that the professor is constantly glancing at me and if she sees my hand raised she says, "Wait, stop--Joanna has something to say." How cute.