"Potential" questions

There's really no reason for me to be writing an entry on my website today other than the fact that it's already March and I just like to keep people informed. After last week's excursion to Idaho school is catching up with me. Nothing has become exceptionally difficult all of a sudden but I've just had to get back in the general progression of things. This morning I had a physics exam that was, to be quite honest, much more difficult that I would have imagined it to be. The questions themselves weren't especially difficult considering they only cover three chapters of material. What was tough about this one was how some of the questions played off ambiguities in some of the equations or definitions we've learned. Subtle differences like whether or not to include a negative sign in an equation or knowing the difference between electric potential energy, potential energy, and potentiality. Overall I feel neigther good nor bad about the exam but I (and others) feel a little skewed. We'll see how it comes out.

My girlfriend Sarah is still plugging away diligently in the land of tea and crumpets. She comes home on the 26th of this month and has enough papers to write to fill the time from now to then. Right now I can really tell that the time and distance we've been spending apart is getting to me a bit. In the last couple of days we've used a talk feature of the Sage server at PLU to keep up with one another. I've found myself almost not wanting to bother with it because I almost feel like I'm being cheated. It feels like, just because of the distance between us and the expense placed on internation phone calls is so great that I'm being cheated out of real communication with Sarah. It's almost as though the telephone companies are telling us to pay them for love. I'm not saying that I love Sarah any less by being forced to use email or electronic chatting. It's just getting old. I want her back. Here. Face to face. I want to be within a range that allows the air molecules between her and me to be jostled in such a way that those subtle pressure variations will push on my ear drums and send signals to my brain that tell me, "Hey, I'm actually talking to Sarah."

Is that too much to ask?

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