Now when Bonnie visited, I was a tremendous clod and failed to notice the change of hair color. I pride myself on my skills of observation, how could such a thing escape my notice? I set out upon a quest in logic to solve this conundrum.

After a long and exhausting thought process, I arrived at a simple conclusion. My lack in this matter is not a failure of observation, but rather it is a detail skipped due to over observation. My method of viewing people consists of seeing them as a concentric whole. As the sum of their parts; psychological, spiritual, intelectual, and physical. Consider a tree, any tree should suffice. Notice the many branches. Notice the inumerable twigs coming off of those branches. Now, if the angle of one of those braches was changed would you notice? Well? The size of a single twig is proportional to the amount of attention that I give to the color of someone's, anyone's, hair. Even if that person is someone I care for deeply. It just doesn't make that much of a difference in who they are. The exception being when a person's hair is a major factor in their personality, like Jeannie. So, If anyone expects me to notice physical changes it would be wise of you to not expect that.

Next topic.

Working in a group is an inevitability of an academic setting. I abhore groups. But as groups are unavoidable, I have been forced to find the good in every situation. With group work there are two basic situations for the makeup of the group, both of which have an equal probability. The first is a group of intelligent people. With this group, you can be assured of decent work, and assistance with whatever project it is that you are assigned to complete. They will put forth their own ideas without your having to drag them forth. The problem with this group is that you may not be able to fulfill your own objectives, and instead be forced to go with the majority of the free thinking group. The second type of group is the collection of fucking morons. They will put forth as little effort as is humanly possible to complete the bare minimum of the assignment. Woe to he who must look to these poor souls for ideas, as they have few of their own. On the rare occasion that one makes a decent suggestion, it is never fully delveloped, and must be processed by the woe-betided. The upside of the idiots is that they are easily led, a person who shows just a fraction of initiative can lead such fools by their noses, as they have no real direction in which to take themselves. One may recognize these individuals by their topic of conversation (usually their own sporting exploits or how trashed they were last friday).

Thank you all for your time.

Strong as Steel, yet malleable

Iron

"I have said 'I hate school' in a week and a half."

-Jama, very proud of herself