Nov. 10

11/10/2025 11:28 Correspondence 83

Good evening. Boy. It's been a wild one- A truly wild weekend. And it's gearing up to be a wild week, too.  Oh, but when is it not? 

Camping was something. Maybe best described as the function y=x^{4}+.05x^{3}-7x^{2}+x+5, where the x-axis is time and the y-axis is fun. All that to say, all in all, it was a great time and I wouldn't change it for the world :). 

Anyhoo, today I was forced to snap back into reality. Reality of culbs and due dates, and exams. I can't wrap my head around the fact that this semester is nearly over. It has only just begun and there is still so much to due (<--- Intentional). If I had the choice, I would probably add more time to this semester. I don't want to end.  I say that not in a traditional fairy tale way, but in a way that conveys the fact that I'm doggy paddling as fast as I can, and the waves are just getting higher. 

I have conducted two successful interviews for my final project in Writing for Mass Coms. It's a strange comfort to myself. A strange, affirming emotion I take comfort in. I found myself getting so deeply caught up and curious about what my contacts are saying that I have to stop myself from asking questions all day. I do get self-conscious of my speech impediment, though, but I fight it. I fight it with every movement of tongue and teeth. It's a reassuring yet difficult experience.

I would quickly like to note the cold before I end. Wow guys. Can you believe that cold snap? Can you believe the flurries in upstate South Carolina? It's strange. It's daunting. It's cold! I walked out of my dorm to go to a meeting, and it felt as though I had been smacked in the face.  The wind ripped through my clothes, cutting through my flesh, and chilled me right to the bone. I'll shiver the whole night through. 

Sleep well, my friends,

Calvin Landreth 

P.S. Thanks, Dad, for helping me post last Friday, the seventh, when I did not have access to my computer. I appreciate it more than you know.