A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral

I’m sorry! I’d like this to be taken as seriously as me getting married…

I got a B on my first Statistics quiz! For some reason, I had managed to psych myself out over it for the first half of the weekend… but since we have two chances to take the quiz and my professor takes the higher of the two grades made, I decided to take it last night. My highest grade wound up being an 87% after nearly three evenings’ worth of studying! Although this may not sound like a whole lot of time to some of you, we only covered three sections — and all of the first chapter of our textbook, as it wound up being — this last week. Surprisingly enough, the first chapter of Stats covered the vocabulary that would become an integral part of the rest of our class time, which might explain why I did as well as I did on that first quiz. Right now, I have a B in a math class and I’m stoked! Hopefully this holds for the rest of the semester.

Luckily, we won’t be having weekly quizzes in my History of Religions class for a few more weeks. Now that I’ve gotten my own student bible from the campus bookstore, I need to remind myself to give Matt back his family’s bible. Seeing as how I came out to Matt’s mother as an atheist, I don’t feel comfortable continuing to keep their bible in my possession. His mother seems like she would be the kind of person to attempt to call in favors of her own for niceties done, and I’m not about to allow her to potentially jeopardize my grade in this class if she tells me that she wants their bible back unless…

A Song That You Want To Play At Your Wedding

I surprised myself by even doing this prompt. Although I’m sure that most of my readers already know this by now, I don’t regard marriage as a particularly important event that will ever happen in my life — actually, it’s quite the contrary. To me, a nice wedding is not and probably never will be that important. I see it as nothing more than a civil ceremony that awards the two participants a piece of paper at the end that allows one to take the other’s last name, and I will never feel as if a wedding will validate my love for someone. Maybe my religious and spiritual views are beginning to creep into this…