Ive Got No Plans And Too Much Time

School seems to need much organization, and I am out of my element. There is so much to do, I am sure of it. But what the hell that is exactly I have not a clue.
I am aware that I have not done the chem questions I need to complete by the weeks end, and I am a little behind on the required reading that I assume there is, as I have not done any, yet there is no mention of any on the course site.

Other than that it all seems too easy, except the chem, but that is to be expected, its chemistry for Buddhas sake, with thermodynamics and electro-static attraction and whatnot.

So I continue doing... nothing really. People seem to have disappeared like some cheap magic act that you cannot fathom, but secretly keeps you up at night. Everyone is busy and I frequently have no plans and too much time.

School is an odd place, people everywhere like little worker ants hauling their loads of books to and fro with little sense of order unless you look closely. On the hour every hour the paths explode with a torrent of students scurrying to their next unknowable destination, passing me by while I sit under a tree eating tuna not looking over french notes, all the while wondering who it is I am absently staring at, where they are off to in such a hurry and why they don't find the trees pretty enough to glance at. This is how I spend much my day twixt classes, pondering the great questions, or nothing at all as familiar and comforting tunes are breathed into my ears from my obligatory ipod, close at hand in case the next song chosen by the shuffle god does not fit the mood of content and warm in the dappled shade of the said pretty tree.