It's been

Far too long since I've posted on this blog. For that, I apologize. It was a very busy semester. Since we last spoke, I pledged and became a brother in the Epsilon Lambda chapter of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, I was able to get my GPA back to a HOPE-eligible level, I got a job at UGA Campus Transit and got my Commercial Drivers' License, and got my job back for summer at Monroe Animal Care Hospital. That's the news for now.

I shall leave you with a poem. This one is an old favorite, and I think Emily Dickinson is probably one of my favorite poets.

Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

~Emily Dickinson