22 February 1997

I have this theory. One day I'll start to write a letter. I'll finish it up, but never mail it. A few weeks later, I'll realize that's now outdated, and I'll add on to it. I'll fail to mail out the updated version until it's outdated, too. Then I'll have to write more. This will repeat until I've inadvertently written my autobiography. At that point I'll have the whole thing written out in a nice, personable letter format, and I can make a tidy profit by selling my autobiography to the local paper recycling plant.
What I'm trying to say is, "P.S."
I made it through twenty-four hours of sci-fi movies. At the end I got this cool certificate to say that in the world of science fiction geeks, I score in the 90th percentile. Unfortunately they put Repo Man on in the wee hours of the morning so I was dozing, and I still don't know everything that's going on in that movie.
I'm working for Olsten temporary service, but I still put in an occasional evening at the Science Center. I'll start nannying the second week of March. But there's more.
I heard from Beth. She's changed locations, and if anyone wants to write to her, her new address is

PCV Elizabeth A. Wiley
Corps de la Paix Americain
B.P. 98
Abeché, Tchad
Central Africa

Also, I had a fun little trip last weekend. My dad, my sister, and I went to Portsmouth, Ohio to check out Shawnee State University, where my sister is considering going this fall. It was quite a trip. SS is right on the Ohio River, next to Kentucky, and not too far from West Virginia. Here's one of those thingy's from your GRE's, SAT's, ACT's, or whatever:
Shawnee State is to the Ohio State University what Mirror Lake is to Lake Erie
Point being it's tiny. In spite of its size, the campus seems very well equipped. It's got a neat arts center, and it seems to be up to date computer wise. Cyndi's afraid that her lack of attention to her English class will leave her ineligible to Ohio University, so SS may be where she ends up. Her English scores may require that she take a placement test there as well, but I spent a day there listening to those people, and I think that if she does poorly on their test, it won't be due to lack of attention in Mr. Laster's class, but rather inattentiveness when listening to Jeff Foxworthy.
So it seems like a pretty nice place, and I'm guessing they may serve grits with every breakfast, but they probably don't make you eat them. If I had my preference, I'd send my sister to OU, but I keep hearing some nonsense about it not being my decision and all, so I guess Shawnee State will make a good school, too.
There's probably a few people out there who have helped me move a time or two in the past three or four years. You may be in a position to appreciate that on the way back from SS we stopped in Columbus to fetch my desk. The 5"X2 1/2", umpteen pound monstrosity has been relocated to my room in Euclid. It was transported without incident in the back of my Grandfather's truck and is now going to remain stationary for a while, I hope, unless the furniture warden comes and makes me set if free.
Okay, I really don't want my autobiography to start with this letter, so I'll have to get it sent out. Write me, help me test out my new address. Bye again.

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