Sometimes...

Okay, so I've had a couple of responses to my last post, and now I'm passionately interested in writing a more lengthy opinion of the situation. But, I will not. Why? Because I have a midterm tomorrow over varying paces of time in differing cultures, a test over "Death of a Salesman," and a page long response about music in Afghanistan. I have a mass of thoughts moving around in my head, but I can't make any sense of them because I do not have time to write them down. Sometimes I think that my classes are getting in the way of my thinking. Or maybe that is the talent of the modern man: To make a sane thought without having the time to think about it.