O my my my. The common cliche "Time Flies" becomes ever truer with the passage of summer and the sudden appearance of autumn. Everything goes on as it ever has with minute changes now and again. I'm back at school in PA now, and it's hard not to feel as though I have regressed and am hopelessly behind in my studies. At this point if I had stayed at the same university I would be finishing my B.S.E. in the spring. Be that as it may, I can not allow myself to dwell on that which is now out of my control (namely the past). All that may proceed is a future avoidance of dereliction of studies and thoughtful preponderance in the way of accomplishing what I set out to do.