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I'm glad the Physics final is over, I'll say that. Questions repeated themselves and asked for similar information in varying ways, and of course the featured concepts (mirrors) were still fuzzy in my mind. I'll definitely be looking into chemistry before physics next year, that's for sure. I exited Burkhardt and called home. When informed about my head cold, Mom suggested I ask for more antibiotic if it persists. I don't know what to think of that.
I dined at 4:30pm with Ava, Katherine, and Diana so that we could get some of Ava's redemption cake. Our Wal-Mart cake decorator, Kwong, wrote "Ava, Nathan, Erin, Stampy, and Vicky wish you a happy cake eating experience" on it. Once again, we got a photo before it was shipped off to the seedy underbelly of DS. Another reason for going early was that an email circulated today about a trip to Vickie Barton's farm this evening. At first I thought the trip was only open to females, since males were invited a couple of weeks ago to assemble a trampoline. Having missed the manual labor but craving an evening of grilled food and trampoline jumping, I 'snuck' on the bus. I say that because other boys went. Taylor was not pleased by the amount of penis on the bus. Or maybe it was the owners...
The ride out to the property was lovely, and her farm is amazing! It's this little two-story box and this ancient barn with an addition. The loft is filled with old couches and tables. The stables hold old appliances. The trampoline was great! Without agonizing over every detail, I jumped, played kickball, had a Boca burger, played football, had Aaron Peterman land on me in the trampoline (hahahaha), and breathed in the sweet country air. Maybe I will own/build a farm in Canada someday, or somewhere else. A piece of Indiana is wonderful when it is truly appreciated...or when it exists somewhere else.
After returning I've showered, played a round of Literati (finally!), returned Katherine's spray adhesive, and realized that I have to stop longing for what used to be, or even worse, what never really was. Everyone else has moved on. Maybe I should, too.
My passport arrived in Hammond today. If I had some loan disbursement information, why I could submit my CAQ application. But alas. One day I'll get to Canada...
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