Password INsecurity

I'm a day late. I know. I know. You missed me terribly. Please allow me to apologize and then promptly blame it all on something else. It's not my fault, truly.

So, I came here last night ready to post. I was going to tell you about my new biology course and how hard it is. I mean how challenging it is. I like the course and I am definitely learning a . . .

I'm not going to tell you all that stuff now. My new rant is passwords. Bet you've already heard it all but I'm still gonna say it. After all, it took me over 12 hours to remember how to get in here to do so. I think I've earned the right.

Funny thing- it really wasn't a password problem. It was the username issue. I forgot which email address is attached to this blog. I only have 1 blog and a couple emails but it was enough to cause a temporal disturbance. I had it stuck in my head which email I needed to use and heaven knows I had to be right about that. Turns out I was wrong. Shh, don't tell anyone I said that, I'd hate for people to think I'm slipping.

Anyways, I'm here now. Isn't that what really matters?

However, I need to get back to my biology. I'm glad I don't need another password to get into the textbook, but with online texts coming out I won't be able to say that for long.

What can I tell you?

I have put more thought into what I want to blog about. I am still not sure what I want to say. I have read that other bloggers have started with the same indecision in the topic department, yet they gradually found their voices. So, I guess that is where I am at right now, looking for a voice. If you find one, send it over would ya?

My blog will grow with me (and my voice). I will blog about everyday things and the incredible stuff I learn at school.

Hey WAIT! Don't shut me off just like that. Seriously, the stuff I learn boggles my mind. It'll boggle yours too if you give me a chance. Like: the particular way a memory needs to be triggered to retrieve it from the brain. Or, on a more serious note, that human slavery still exists.

This semester I will be working on math and I can't even tell you how much it freaks me out. It's kind of the same way that kids are scared of what's under the bed. In my case I shrink in terror at the thought of an Algebra jumping out from under the bed. Its' giant X mouth screaming at me that I need to know what it's square root is.

OK, OK, I know. Those two things don't really go together, at least I don't think they do. So you get the idea- this is the stuff that nightmares are made of. Freddy Kreuger is a rank amateur. - - - Give me a minute, I need to breathe.

Right, so math is kind of like a phobia. I knew a few things about phobias before psychology class and now I know how to fix them. In theory. Phobias are quite interesting so I'll keep them in mind for a different day.

I bet you're less bored with the thought that I'll share some of my back to school adventures with you. Other peoples' fears have a way of drawing in an audience. You'll see.