My first entry in this blogging world may not have the zest or all the interesting details I had hoped for, but at least it is a start.  Of course, it would be polite to introduce myself, but I wondered whether I should at all.  If I told you who I was then it would almost be as if I had set a definition to the person that I am.  That, itself, would kill the purpose of my blogging, which is to portray to you the life of a Wabash student.  So you have my name.  That is all, unless you know me personally.  From here you can decide for yourself who I am and if my Wabash experience is worth your time to read about.  If it is not, I won't be offended.  Besides, I figure that I at least better make it worth my time or else no one is going to be happy.

This past weekend, like almost all weekends, went by too fast.  Friday afternoon we loaded on to the large charter bus for our relay swim meet at Kenyon.  I shouldn’t have even bothered bringing my backpack.  It’s so hard to do any work on a bus.  I don’t know why I ever convinced myself that I would get anything done.  The hotel was extremely nice though, and it’s too bad that we weren’t able to stay any longer.  Even so, I realized how fortunate we were to be well fed and accommodated with such nice sleeping arrangements (this is besides the fact that one of my fellow teammates thought it would be necessary to use his swim bag as a “contact” barrier between him and I in the double).  Those freshmen are just something else.  I won’t say much about the meet though because most of those things should turn up on the Lanelines blog.  I will say that it was a great start to the competitive season for the team.  After about two-and-a-half movies, a few dozen pizza boxes, and more testosterone than a charter bus bathroom can handle, we returned to campus.  It was about eleven o’clock Saturday night and the campus was pretty peaceful.  This was after all the events from Family Day that we had missed.  Few were asleep though.

 Sunday would be my favorite day of the week if it wasn’t followed by Monday.  There is nothing like beautiful weather on the Sabbath and its relaxing afternoons.  It’s all too common though that I use it as a crutch where my unfinished schoolwork takes over.  I find it odd how I can always feel like I'm behind and like I have to catch-up with my work when I'm really not behind at all.  I think it’s because I know that as much as I try to plan out my week, something unexpected will offset everything and leave me in an organized scramble.  Ironic, isn’t it?  I guess you could think of life as an organized scramble too.  I could just throw it in reverse and call it a scrambled plan as well.  If that’s the case I should probably learn to adapt more and plan less.  Or maybe I could just get ahead sometime and forget the whole thing.  As this is my first blog,  I might as well sign-off with some sort of cliché moral:  Get a-head in life before schoolwork takes yours.