First and foremostly of importance, the matter of the discussion to which your attention will be brought is as follows here: I will be running a marathon race on the fifth day of the sixth month (aka June) of the year of 2011. I'll be training with friends whose names, when listed alphabetically by order of last name, appear as they do in this list: Officer Matthew Huber (the coercer of our participation in this event), Zack Lee, Jessie Rosas, Arthur Vigil. The distance of this marathon race is one marathon, or 42 kilometers. (With your obsolete system of fatty American measurement you may recognize these units with more familiarity: 26 miles.) The name of the race is "Rock ‘n’ Roll San Diego Marathon". The uniform resource locator of this event's official webpage, which can be used to locate the page and download it onto your computer screen, is this: http://san-diego.competitor.com/.
Every Sunday until June 5th we'll do our long run for the week, and each Sunday we'll run about a mile more. Since we have about 17 weeks left to train and our long runs now are about 8 miles, we are right on schedule.
Starting yesterday, I've been hosting runs at 6:30 in the morning. It's the only time that everyone can go, and also I think waking up at 6 every day will help me get on a consistent sleeping schedule again. However, few are willing to attend. Today and yesterday, two people besides me came. Hey, if I can get two people to wake up at 6 I think that's pretty good.
Putting aside what's important, we are left with midterms. Physics: A+. Math: A+. Computer Science: B. (The problem with 5 question tests is if you miss one -- and missing one in this class is easy, even if you know your stuff -- then you have a not-A.)
I'm also proud to announce that I earned a 'D' grade on my first graded essay in humanities. I think it was graded a bit harshly, but I understand what could've been better. Now don't you run off telling your mother that I am not trying hard enough in that class. You listen here. My entire life has been consumed with humanities of late. Around here, I'm known as the one who is "always studying," and is "still reading." I discovered that if I read in the library, people don't get on my case quite as much. However, when my suite is the most practical place to read, I wear this hat that a made. It says clearly "Hat of Silence" along the front. When I wear it, people do not talk to me as often since they know I won't acknowledge them. This keeps my train of thought from disappearing completely.
Once when I was reading I decided to measure my reading speed. I was in a library, where distractions were negligible. I was slightly tired, but who isn't slightly tired when they're reading history? Performance tests were taken over the course of two 18-page books of the Odyssey. The results were as follows: I read 12 pages an hour (5 minutes per page) for both chapters. Also for both chapters, I lost concentration about once per page - 18 times for the first chapter, 19 times for the second. (Every time I caught myself thinking about something unrelated to the epic and not reading, I made a tally in my notebook, where I take notes on what I read.) I know from reading in the past that when I read something I can focus on, I usually read 20 pages an hour, which is 3 minutes a page.
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