My first week of school got off to a rough start. This is my last semester, and I was really hoping that I could have fun this semester. I don’t particularly feel like going into why all my classes suck (and I’m sure nobody reading this really cares, anyway), but… yeah. I just wish this were all over.

I’m questioning my decision about graduate school again. I’m so sick of school, I’m not sure I really want to go through more of the same. Another company called me a few days ago, and I agreed to an interview. It’s supposed to be a good company, so I suppose it really couldn’t hurt. If I get the job, I may consider passing up the research assistant offer. Besides, after last semester, I discovered that I really do not like research work as much as I thought I would.

I of course still have some time, but I don’t like this period of confusion where I no longer know what I want.

Words Tommy can now say (some more clearly than others): no, banana, apple, ball, mama, daddy, cat, bye, hi, I love you, eye, hey, what’s that. At this point he only needs to know 6 words. He’s ahead of the game! Wooooooo! He’s also now able to play songs on the piano (rather than bang the keys). Very impressive. I’m still convinced I have a prodigy. :)