Hey everybody! I'm back to school after a very pleasant, but very short, Fall Break. I'm really tired right now after a long day's drive so I don't know how much I'll fill you in on. I suppose it all depends on how long that last little bit of cafeen holds out from that Dr. Pepper I just drank. As most of you know, I rode back with Jeremy, our (Pembroke's) kindly viking. We shared half of the driving responsibility because it's an eight hour trip, but we got through it both ways without any tickets (I'm sort of a lead foot if you don't know that already). Home was nice, though it had a strangeness to it. It was where I grew up, but I will never live there again. Life won't be the way it was ever agian. I had fun as a kid, and now that's all over. Having said that, it didn't really get me down as much as I thought it would. I suppose I just expected to be weirded out after having Grace (my older sister) go to and graduate from college right before I did. I am a mite bit further away than she was, but I see little difference. AIM has made long distances seem non-exsistant. I talk to people next door (becuase I'm too lazy to get up and poke my head around the corner or raise my voice) just the same as I talk to Brian in Hawaii. It makes no difference as far as communication goes. Seeing familiar faces was very nice though, and I gave Jeremy a proper tour of the whole town, or as I like to call it, "my little town" simply because I've lived there all my life. Another weird feeling that occured during my visit could almost be indescribable. It was like a rift in time. I felt like I had been there yesterday while at the same time I felt like I hadn't been there in a year. It's a town full of both good and bad memories... which I might be able to capitalize if I can manage to sell the movie rights. I had a good time though. The first day was the tour, and then my mom and I went to stay at Grace's appartment at Chappel Hill. My sister is a fourth grade teacher, which is pretty odd. I remember my fourth grade teacher very well, and I remember my sister as a little girl very well. Now my sister is a fourth grade teacher that some guy years down the road at college is going to remember very well (did you follow that?). The reason I went was to chaparone her class to the state fair, and if you know me at all, you know that kids freak me out. I don't know what to do with them and I don't remember how they think (I know you're already formulating some jokes at my expense on that note, and I hate to ruin your fun... but I already told them to myself and they aren't that funny). Kids, however, always seem to be excited to be around me. This poses a problem, and a problem which I am working on. The experience was fun though, other than the fact that I was druged out on Claratin. I do have mixed feelings about the fiar. I used to love them as a kid, but then I went once when I was older... and all I remember was that the air was strewn with a sort of negativity (is that a word?) and the ferris wheel seemed kinda fast. I still enjoyed the experience of being Mr. Crandell to her Grace's class. You know... I guess I'll just have to finish talking to you tomorrow cause I'm too tired to carry on. I must reserve these last few moments of strength to climb to the top bunk... TTFN!