I am undoubtfully not fit in participating physical education classes. Course, it is given that everyone who does not move much tend to get tired quite easily; though mine is a different story. People so often wonder as to why I had to consume so much energy drink during such times when such special classes take place. Its quite obvious since it is what energy drinks are made for. I needn't explain. Physical education was tiring but enjoyable, there is no denial in that. Quite tired, not to mention bit dirty by description of muddy and sweaty from the ordeal, there was a need for me to rush back home no matter how far the displacement or distance I had to travel.
The first subject of went quite well as far as the presentation was concerned. The professor talked of elements and controls of weather and climate. The class was a bit short of time and there was so much in need to tackle.

It was relating this image on the left to the one on the right. Please see. A lot was explained, not that the students in the classroom made mush sense from it. Although I do commend the class for making active participation no matter how distracted they were.

Not much eventful things transpired through this day. Although I was quite shocked when a classmate asked if I was dying. Goodness, I was not even thinking about an image of myself in a death bend just yet but... I wonder what he was thinking.
Its official, I am to write about Machiavelli, not Paganini. I wonder if I should write well. Thoughts of a petty person does not count, by the way.