A Play On Words

I already have to pick my classes for next year. It's just as hard as I thought it would be to narrow down the billions of classes I want to take into the one general education class I can take. I think I want to take philosophy or something similar. Something really foundational. Art history would be nice too. Or religious studies. Or some type of ancient literature class. I have so many required classes with which the only decision I can make about them is whether I want to do them first semester or second semester. It'll be good though.

I finally started my Eagle project for real. I never got around to having it approved by the troop or anything, so now that it is I can finally do some real leg work for it. I'm doing this mini-documentary about organ donation. It should be pretty, you know, worthwhile. I didn't want to do one of those Eagle projects where you paint a fence or something. So, of course, I had to make much more work for myself then was actually necessary. At least it should be mildly enjoyable.

The movie is going extremely well. Like, sweet. Everything coming up is scheduled in stone. The only thing that worries me even slightly is the huge chuck, 10 scenes or so, that takes place in the hospital that we still haven't done. Like, they're not 100% required for the film, but they're defenitly the comedy meat of the movie, so I'd really like to make sure they actually get accomplished. I'm not sure where we're going to do them or when or with who. So, yea, some planning is required.

I don't really like school anymore. Like highschool. I'm really excited for college. I've sort of deverted all my academic enthusiasm for next year, which seems economical, considering I don't care much for what and how we learn in highschool.

I'm getting a film camera soon. So, I can get acclimated with it before next year.