The first nine weeks has come and gone already within the blink of an eye, and time seems to be moving along at a record pace. This first nine weeks was interesting as well as difficult. It was interesting in the fact that I once more had to take different classes with nearly all new teachers, having to become accustomed to original teaching styles and their conflicting ways of grading from classes of old. Also interesting was my schedule in the way that my final class concluded at eleven forty-eight; this turned out to be a blessing. I remember one day maybe three to four weeks into the quarter when I decided to stay up late watching a football game or something, and the next day I was extraordinarily tired and felt as if I was a zombie.