"Public opinion is a weak tyran compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate." (Thoreau)

"I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not when it came time to die, discover that I had not lived." (Thoreau)

I am currently reading Walden. I was reading Diary of a Young Girl (Anne Frank), which I was thoroughly enjoying and finding hilarious because she is so wry and full of the sort of angst that permeates my sixth grade journal, but my English grade has been dropping so steadily to a wonderful I think 92% (B) at the moment due in large to failed comprehension quizes on stuff that I did read but just thought was crap (Anne Bradstreet and William Byrd).

So I am reading Walden and writing an essay on it. It's really interesting, sometimes boring, but for the most part I enjoy it. I could never live in isolation for two years though.

Something interesting has been happening lately. I have not felt alone. What with these two coaches that care about me...

It is odd. I have never not felt alone before.