Creativity is great, but plagiarism is faster

I've had a "two-steps back" kind of day. Things went more or less smoothly Wednesday and Thursday, but for some reason today has been a debacle. I won't go into detail because it will only frustrate me more, I'll just say that it's been challenging. I'm leaving for an InterVarsity (christian group) picnic in ten minutes; I don't know whether I'm sold on jumping into something like that too quickly--mostly due to my experience at Biola, and not wanting to isolate myself from anyone audacious enough to not have a fish imprinted on their bumper--but it could be a good experience and a good way to meet people.

The only thing worth noting about today was my discovery of the Doheny Library; it's so great, and old, and musty, and conducive to studying! I forsee many chances to sit and think, maybe jot down a few lines, and just soak it all in.

I also sent my information to several educational volunteer programs in LA. One deals with mentally changed children, the second works with kids through athletics using leftover gear from the '84 LA Olympics, and the third focuses on tutoring high schoolers.

*I pinpointed something about myself that's bothered me (and I'm sure everyone who's ever talked to me) today while I was listening to a guy tell a story; just as he was reaching the zenith of his story, he paused to let the suspense grow and as he took a breath to resume I KNEW the perfect word for him to lead into his next section and in fear that he would overlook the juicy opportunity I blurted it out WHILE he was saying the exact same word. Thinking back over past conversations, I realized how frequently I do that, and how maddening it must be for other people.