Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.
The crunch begins. I fear that, of late, I’ve had little opportunity for serious thought about any but my schoolwork. Blogs about school bore me to write and everybody who bothers to read it, so I’ll say this only: the next month I anticipate even more copious amounts of work to accrue.
I have many fears regarding summer jobs and my ability, inclination, and motivation in obtaining one. Many people already have summer jobs lined up, and though I know I need to get one I have never quite conquered my inherent fear of selling myself: despite the fact I’m fairly agreeable with people, and get along well generally, the process required to obtain a post strikes me as exceedingly odious. Maybe we ought to have a system like in The Giver, where peoples’ talents were scientifically evaluated and jobs fitting their personalities were assigned them by higher powers. Doesn’t sound too bad, does it?