Trigonometry is kicking my ass in a major way, but I'm confident I'll be finishing up tomorrow. This means tomorrow will be my last day at Academy Plus. (Cue "Danny Boy" on flute and small child weeping.)

In all seriousness, Academy Plus has had a larger impact on my life than I may ever know. They picked me up and dusted me off and got me walking again. I hate to think about the position I'd be in (or indeed the person I'd be) had I not gone there. They've given me a better foundation than I could have possibly looked for. I've got my own legs under me.

Speaking of which, I went on a jog about noon-ish (so as not to scare any school children). I can only jog for (very) short distances before having to recover by walking four times the distance run, but I'm happy with my progress. It's better than I could do a month ago. I was aided by my handy-dandy new sports bra, whom I have christened Lou. I bought Lou at Galyan's today. We've bonded.

Minor happenings on the college front. Vassar has over-enrolled, so it appears that any hope of going there is for nought. At least, that is the impression my admissions counselor there gave me. I still hold out hope for Kenyon. I called them today, too, and told them (rather clumsily) about the awards I won at graduation. The people I talked to there were, as always, pleasant. They played church music while I was on hold. Made me feel like I was waiting for God to get off the other line.