Tol-Timpinen

There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

things to do

  • 11.1 - 11.7
  • Supplement
  • CalTech Review
  • Dominican Republic section
  • Finish Eye of the World
  • Finish Shakespeare, find essay (or 2)
  • Finish schedule; go to counselors in AM
  • Rewrite end of WHA
  • Read 2 chapters Driver's Ed
  • Read 1 chapter / section Japanese Grammar
  • Watch next section on Adobe Acrobat
  • Design site layout