One Month

Shalom, friends.

April comes, and with it brings no respite from the books. Tomorrow is the first of the month, and from there until the 8th of May, I will remain here and crunch out the final days of my first year at Wheaton. Sounds pretty dire once I put it that way, doesn't it? Well, it's not. So stop worrying.

I think this larger chunk of time without a long weekend or extra day here and there will somehow, somehow, help me to buckle down and work out the wrinkles in how I define myself--no scratch that, begin to work out those wrinkles--while still getting a better opportunity to focus on my schoolwork.

Other than that, I have the summer to look forward to, full of bartending, mowing lawns, and chilling with the chillun's down at the youth center. I hope to do some heavy writing over the months as well, meaning more than just a poem a month. At this point, it's not even anything right now. The summer will help. The summer will come. Yet, the summer is not everything. Remember these thoughts, Caleb. Ok. That's all for now. Thanks.

You know the drill,
-Caleb-