It feels so good to sit in the lab and do nothing for once. None of those pesky 111 students begging for help. No E and M calling my name, no Astrophysics, no senior project. Just the buzz of BNL and the click of my keyboard. The small amount of sweat that runs from my temples as a result of wearing really warm headphones. These things all end Well, who asked you anyway? You'll have to bend Well, who asked you anyway? Now that I've written that blip about the pesky 111 students, I feel like one of them's going to sneak up on me. That's a scary feeling. I suppose that's proof that I really care about what I say. Damn me for trying otherwise. I'm currently in a women's studies class, and I got my first 'A' on an assignment that I've received in a while. This is a big step for me: first off, I'm one of five guys in a 26-person class on feminism and the oppressions of patriarchy. Secondly, it's the first non-physics class I've taken in over a year. The assignment was my autobiography, focusing on a woman (my mother), or in my case, a lack thereof. The most brutally honest thing I could write earns me an A. That felt good, somehow.