Bad Influence

My mother claims I am a bad influence on people. I called her today to inform her that I'm getting a ride home with a friend of mine, and she said it would take 12 hours. I disagreed and said it would only take ten, because not everyone drives as slow as she does. Then, of course, she started talking about how my friend shouldn't drive too fast and I had to assure her that Adam doesn't do that because he's too mellow. He's about as laid back a person as can be. But then my mom said if you put me in a car with someone, there's no telling what I might make them do, that I'm a bad influence on people. I tried to argue with her, but Beth went and agreed with her. My own friend turns against me! And offered evidence that I was a bad influence on her.

Now really, how bad an influence can I be? All I did was make Beth watch some awesome movies because she's deprived. No one should go through life without having seen Cinderella Man and Henry V. And I doubt I could inflict my terrible influence on Adam fast enough to make him drive to Vegas faster. I mean, I could try, but come on

16 Hours

2 months and 16 hours. All told, that's how long it took me to first gather my insect collection for entomology, identify all of the insects, pin them, label them, index them, and arrange them for my final grade. 16 hours of nothing but identification, labeling, and pinning. If I don't get a good grade on this, I will be very displeased.

There is one funny thing about all this though. When we were all arranging and pinning our insects we were trading them with each other like kids on the playground.

"Hey, what do you want for your June Bug?"

"What do you have?"

"You want a cricket?"

"Sure!"

or...

"Hey, who doesn't have a Damselfly and wants one?"

or...

"What will you trade me for this weevil?"

Good times, good times.

And just for the record: 11 orders, 40 families. Booyah.