hello my fans, sorry i haven't been loyal to my journal lately. it has been a week of much stress, complications, and trials, not just acedemically, but spanning through many different aspects. first off, yeah, academics have been quite difficult. i've got a week to get ready to end all of my classes. i suppose i have it much easier than many students, but it is still more work than i am comfortable with. on top of that, i was fighting the flu that my lovely sister had spread to me over break... well... the flu has won and i am in dire conditions right now. the thing that stinks about that is i still have to attend my classes due to attendance policy. finally, i have had to deal with a death of someone who i was pretty close to. my weight training coach, Coach Morris, died yesterday morning at 11:38 eastern time. i had him for three years, two of which he was fighting cancer. he always pushed me past my limits, and believed in my physical ability. most of my life people have said "you're too small to do this." or "too skinny to do that.", but he didn't see things that way. i remember asking him my first year to bust my tail cause i was tired of being a weakling. he looked at me and smiled and said, "don't you worry about that. i'll take care of you." and he did. i ended up being one of the most powerful guys in my class. (power, not strenght... power is a ratio of weight lifted compared to body weight). he also called me (in a corny way) his stallion cause i became one of the fastest and most enduring runner in the class. when i first got in there, i couldn't bench 65lbs and i couldn't do even one pull up. on my last day, i was able to bench press my body weight and do 10 one armed pull ups. he gave me confidence in my appearance, and taught me to press on through my breaking point. i remember praying with him one day that his pain would be releived. i suppose it was, or maybe he was just glad that someone cared, cause the next day he came in and was in much better weather. it's strange though that he passed so quickly. i had him less than six months ago and he seemed like he was recovering quickly. i will miss him greatly. death is a bizzare thing for me. i don't quite know how i should feel, and that is a very strange feeling in itself. i guess that's all i have to say. i'll try to keep more updated, but right now i can make no promises.