I am officially done with my first year of college. I had my last class today, just one hour of physics. It feels sooo good to be done. I can't even believe it. I don't have to go to class again for 3 months! Daniel and I can't stop talking about how happy we are to finally be finished with class. And we feel really good about our grades and everything this quarter.
Yesterday I had three classes, all three have finals next week. We spent each class period reviewing for the finals. I feel so much more confident now about my finals. I knew almost every review question off the top of my head, and now I know what I need to study too. And I have three full days to study for psychology and religion, and then one whole day to study for Physics. Daniel promised to help. And somewhere in there I need to pack up my room too, but that shouldn't be a problem. Oh and yesterday I got my last religion paper back, and I got an A! That's really good because we only have two other grades right now in that class, and they are both Bs. So if I get an A on the final, I think I will get an A in that class. And I'm really confident about my other classes too. I just might finish with all As again. That would be incredible. I have finished the final revisions on all my papers for writing, so once I email them to my professor then I am done with that class.
I want to go out and celebrate finishing my first year. Daniel and I were going to go out for dinner and treat ourselves to a steak (it has been waaaay too long since I have eaten steak), but after spending so much money last weekend, we don't really feel like we can spend a lot again. So we might just get pasta or something like that. We'll see.
Today I went to the Lamont school of music's final picnic at Observatory Park. It was really fun, and the food was good. I got really burned on one side on my shoulder and arm, but that's good because it will turn into a tan. And tomorrow night one of Daniel's fraternity brothers is having a party (I hear there will be lots of beer - yuck) so we'll go to one final party before we head back to Arizona.
I finally called Sun Health Institute to ask if they had the results yet of the internship. The lady said that the program had already started and those who were not selected were notified by email or letter. I told her I didn't get anything. So she transferred me somewhere and I got the answering machine. I hung up. Oh well, I didn't get the job. I'm not so much disappointed about not getting that job, but I am really annoyed that now I have to find another one. I guess I don't have to, but I would like the money and I think I will be bored if I don't have a job and my parents probably would expect me to get a job. So I have to start looking for places to apply. Number one on my list is Banana Republic at Kierland. I really want the employee discount! Or maybe Barnes and Noble or something. I have also thought about applying to be a receptionist at a doctors office or something. I think I would be good at that, but I don't really know how to find out if there are any jobs open.
Last night was our last choir concert - the Haydn Harmonie Mass. It went really well. Daniel was very impressed, well really everyone was very impressed. I really enjoyed singing it and I was really proud to be part of the group even though I know the reason it sounded good was because of all the opera majors and everything. I can't wait to hear the recording and play it for my family. There was a really tiny part of me that thought maybe my family would come and surprise me. But they didn't. A small disappointment. I really hope they come to visit campus sometime next year. It's really sad meeting other peoples' parents and never having yours come to visit.
Well I have to go eat a mediocre, barely edible dinner at Nelson Hall because for some stupid reason ours isn't open on Friday nights. Bleh. I can't wait to go home.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I'm depressed for no reason
Today was actually a really good day. But I'm depressed right now and I can't really tell why. Except for the fact that I am so sick of the dining hall I could scream, and I'm tired, and I still didn't get a letter about the summer internship. I don't feel like those should really make me depressed though.
In psychology this morning, we learned about OCD, depression, and suicide. What an uplifting class, huh? It made me think about a lot of things. About myself and people I know. It was an interesting but also kind of unnerving class. I don't like talking about that stuff. I don't know why, it just makes me very uncomfortable.
In physics, my next class, something good happened! Before class, I went up to the front of the room to ask Dr. Iona if he uses the same textbook for his NATS Physics class and my Physics class (I wanted to know so that I wouldn't sell my textbook if Daniel could use it next year). He said no, they use an easier book. Then he asked if the Tuesday and Thursday 2-4pm time slot worked for me next year. I told him yes, and he said Good! You got the job. I thanked him and asked how many students he had signed up for it. He said about 80. I told him that was surprising because none of my friends want to take it. They all think it will be too hard. But I was telling them all that the professor was really good (a little sucking up never hurts). He smiled and then class was starting. So it's nice to know finally that I have at least one good job next year.
After physics, I ate lunch (by myself- I hate that) in the dining hall. Nothing looked good, so I resorted to the old standard pasta bar. I got a couple spoonfuls of bow-tie pasta and this weird-looking tomato sauce. I went to sit down, took one bite, and it was crunchy. Pasta is not supposed to be crunchy. So I threw it out and left. No lunch for me. For the next hour until my next class (American religion), I read the textbook and tried desperately to stay awake. I suffered through my next class until I could go home and took a nap. Then Daniel called and woke me up to go have dinner with him. I was tired and grumpy and once again really annoyed at the crappy dining hall food.
And now I'm here, biding my time until a choir rehearsal tonight. I don't want to go. It's a 15 minute walk and it's been 60 degrees, cloudly, and damp all day. Yuck. But I think once I get there and start singing, I will actually feel better.
Yesterday for Memorial Day we had no class, so Daniel and I went downtown to go shopping. I wanted to buy some nicer tops because all I have right now is a bunch of T-shirts. I gave myself $100 budget (the amount of money I will get back for my textbooks). At Banana Republic I tried on a million shirts because I absolutely love everything there. I finally narrowed it down to two tops I definitely wanted to buy, and a halter top that was absolutely adorable on me (and Daniel really really liked it), but it was $50. A little more than I would normally spend on a halter top. After a lot of rationalizing, Daniel and I decided I should go for it. And, when we got to the register, the salesperson did a good job of selling us on a Banana Republic Card. Daniel opened one, so we got 20% off! That made me very happy. Between the two of us, we would have spent $225, but it went down to $180. And I spent exactly my budget. Actually, 99.80, but that's pretty close. And Daniel and I both felt so great buying beautiful, well-made clothes. We both love BR and talk dreamily about the day we can go there and buy whatever we want.
So, in summary, I should be in a good mood. I feel slightly better now, especially after remembering those cute shirts I bought yesterday. I have to go to rehearsal now, and then I get to watch the Diamondbacks. That makes me happy too.
In psychology this morning, we learned about OCD, depression, and suicide. What an uplifting class, huh? It made me think about a lot of things. About myself and people I know. It was an interesting but also kind of unnerving class. I don't like talking about that stuff. I don't know why, it just makes me very uncomfortable.
In physics, my next class, something good happened! Before class, I went up to the front of the room to ask Dr. Iona if he uses the same textbook for his NATS Physics class and my Physics class (I wanted to know so that I wouldn't sell my textbook if Daniel could use it next year). He said no, they use an easier book. Then he asked if the Tuesday and Thursday 2-4pm time slot worked for me next year. I told him yes, and he said Good! You got the job. I thanked him and asked how many students he had signed up for it. He said about 80. I told him that was surprising because none of my friends want to take it. They all think it will be too hard. But I was telling them all that the professor was really good (a little sucking up never hurts). He smiled and then class was starting. So it's nice to know finally that I have at least one good job next year.
After physics, I ate lunch (by myself- I hate that) in the dining hall. Nothing looked good, so I resorted to the old standard pasta bar. I got a couple spoonfuls of bow-tie pasta and this weird-looking tomato sauce. I went to sit down, took one bite, and it was crunchy. Pasta is not supposed to be crunchy. So I threw it out and left. No lunch for me. For the next hour until my next class (American religion), I read the textbook and tried desperately to stay awake. I suffered through my next class until I could go home and took a nap. Then Daniel called and woke me up to go have dinner with him. I was tired and grumpy and once again really annoyed at the crappy dining hall food.
And now I'm here, biding my time until a choir rehearsal tonight. I don't want to go. It's a 15 minute walk and it's been 60 degrees, cloudly, and damp all day. Yuck. But I think once I get there and start singing, I will actually feel better.
Yesterday for Memorial Day we had no class, so Daniel and I went downtown to go shopping. I wanted to buy some nicer tops because all I have right now is a bunch of T-shirts. I gave myself $100 budget (the amount of money I will get back for my textbooks). At Banana Republic I tried on a million shirts because I absolutely love everything there. I finally narrowed it down to two tops I definitely wanted to buy, and a halter top that was absolutely adorable on me (and Daniel really really liked it), but it was $50. A little more than I would normally spend on a halter top. After a lot of rationalizing, Daniel and I decided I should go for it. And, when we got to the register, the salesperson did a good job of selling us on a Banana Republic Card. Daniel opened one, so we got 20% off! That made me very happy. Between the two of us, we would have spent $225, but it went down to $180. And I spent exactly my budget. Actually, 99.80, but that's pretty close. And Daniel and I both felt so great buying beautiful, well-made clothes. We both love BR and talk dreamily about the day we can go there and buy whatever we want.
So, in summary, I should be in a good mood. I feel slightly better now, especially after remembering those cute shirts I bought yesterday. I have to go to rehearsal now, and then I get to watch the Diamondbacks. That makes me happy too.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I'm procrastinating
I have finished all my homework for this weekend (plus more) except for one paper that I have to write. It's my last paper for this year and it's for American Religion. And I am doing everything I possibly can to postpone writing it.
Last night Daniel and I went to see "Into the Woods" at Lamont. A few of our friends were in it, and the tickets were free so we decided to go see it. It was so cute! The music and acting was really good, and the set was incredible. It was the first ever completely student run opera. My RA was Jack's mother and she did really well too. Daniel almost cried at the end when the Baker's wife was stepped on by the giant. He just gets really into the show I think. It's kinda cute.
Afterwards, we went with Lexi and Eric to Tim's apartment to hang out. Tim is the President of Theta Chi. I don't know what was up with me, but I was just out of it. I think I was kind of rude to Tim even though I didn't mean to be. I guess I was just really uncomfortable because there were a bunch of people there I didn't know, and this guy came in totally stoned. And I didn't really want to drink, but I think I offended Tim when I refused a drink. And then they were all going to go over to this other kid's house to play beer pong and I just really wasn't up for it. Everyone tried to get Daniel and I to go, but I insisted that I didn't want to. First of all, I hate beer, and I really don't like the idea of drinking games either. I think it's a stupid excuse to get really drunk. Plus, that was the kid that was stoned and I really didn't want to get involved with that. And I didn't know him, so I wasn't keen on going over to his house. I felt really pressured by everyone, they wanted us to go really bad. I was grateful that Daniel was supporting me and not giving in to all our friends. I would have been really upset if he joined them and pressured me to go as well. It was hard enough resisting all of them; I couldn't have resisted if I didn't have Daniel backing me up. So we walked home at about 11:30 and talked until Daniel had to go to work at 1.
Last night when the show was starting my stomach was hurting really bad. My senior year of high school I used to get stomachaches just about every night between 7 and 10pm. Like every night after dinner. It was the weirdest thing. At first I thought maybe I was lactose intolerant, but cutting out dairy didn't help. And then the doctor said that it was because I had too much acid in my stomach due to my (very mild and not worth medicating) OCD. So I got a prescription for antacids, but that didn't help either. Then a different doctor told me to take this fiber stuff every day, but that didn't help in the long run either. When I moved to Denver, my stomachaches went away for like 3 weeks. And now I get one about once a week. Daniel is convinced that it's from stress/anxiety. But last night I didn't feel stressed out at all. And it's weird that it's always at night. Not before a test, not when I have a lot of homework, or anything like that. And I can't see any pattern with what I eat either. I am so frustrated! I read an article that said that some people with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) benefited from taking anti-depressants. But I really don't want to take medication again. That stuff messes with my emotions too much. I guess that's the point. But regardless, I feel like I need to do something because it's driving me crazy!
I go home in less than two weeks! It can't come soon enough.
Last night Daniel and I went to see "Into the Woods" at Lamont. A few of our friends were in it, and the tickets were free so we decided to go see it. It was so cute! The music and acting was really good, and the set was incredible. It was the first ever completely student run opera. My RA was Jack's mother and she did really well too. Daniel almost cried at the end when the Baker's wife was stepped on by the giant. He just gets really into the show I think. It's kinda cute.
Afterwards, we went with Lexi and Eric to Tim's apartment to hang out. Tim is the President of Theta Chi. I don't know what was up with me, but I was just out of it. I think I was kind of rude to Tim even though I didn't mean to be. I guess I was just really uncomfortable because there were a bunch of people there I didn't know, and this guy came in totally stoned. And I didn't really want to drink, but I think I offended Tim when I refused a drink. And then they were all going to go over to this other kid's house to play beer pong and I just really wasn't up for it. Everyone tried to get Daniel and I to go, but I insisted that I didn't want to. First of all, I hate beer, and I really don't like the idea of drinking games either. I think it's a stupid excuse to get really drunk. Plus, that was the kid that was stoned and I really didn't want to get involved with that. And I didn't know him, so I wasn't keen on going over to his house. I felt really pressured by everyone, they wanted us to go really bad. I was grateful that Daniel was supporting me and not giving in to all our friends. I would have been really upset if he joined them and pressured me to go as well. It was hard enough resisting all of them; I couldn't have resisted if I didn't have Daniel backing me up. So we walked home at about 11:30 and talked until Daniel had to go to work at 1.
Last night when the show was starting my stomach was hurting really bad. My senior year of high school I used to get stomachaches just about every night between 7 and 10pm. Like every night after dinner. It was the weirdest thing. At first I thought maybe I was lactose intolerant, but cutting out dairy didn't help. And then the doctor said that it was because I had too much acid in my stomach due to my (very mild and not worth medicating) OCD. So I got a prescription for antacids, but that didn't help either. Then a different doctor told me to take this fiber stuff every day, but that didn't help in the long run either. When I moved to Denver, my stomachaches went away for like 3 weeks. And now I get one about once a week. Daniel is convinced that it's from stress/anxiety. But last night I didn't feel stressed out at all. And it's weird that it's always at night. Not before a test, not when I have a lot of homework, or anything like that. And I can't see any pattern with what I eat either. I am so frustrated! I read an article that said that some people with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) benefited from taking anti-depressants. But I really don't want to take medication again. That stuff messes with my emotions too much. I guess that's the point. But regardless, I feel like I need to do something because it's driving me crazy!
I go home in less than two weeks! It can't come soon enough.
Friday, May 23, 2008
One week of class left
This morning I woke up early so I could go see Daniel's final performance. Today was his last brass class so he performed for all the other brass students and all the brass professors. I was so proud of him! He practiced really hard and I could definitely tell. The song had some really hard stuff in it and Daniel played it almost perfectly! I am so glad that he is making so much progress and learning so much after just one year. It's kind of sad though because I know that his parents and my parents would be really proud of him too if they were there to hear it. I guess they'll have to settle for a recording.
Today I started packing up the stuff that I am going to leave here over the summer. Mostly that means winter clothes and school supplies. It felt so good to pack some of that stuff up and throw a bunch of stuff out. I want to go home so so very bad and it feels like I still have so much time left here. But packing means I'm that much closer.
Daniel and I were going to share a storage unit with two of our friends (Meade and Eric) who are also from out of state. However, Eric is living in a house next year so he is storing his stuff there. So that leaves the two of us and Meade. When we looked at places to store, they are so unbelievably expensive! Like 40-50 dollars a month for a 5x5 room, plus $20 to move in, 20$ for insurance and plus tax on top of that! For just a little empty room to put our boxes in! That makes me so angry. Well, when we were looking one of our friends just happened to walk by and he told us that he might have some open space in his basement for us to put our stuff over the summer. We thought that would be great! We could pay him like 10-15 dollars a month, no move-in fee or insurance or anything and we would all be happy. Except Meade. Because that kinda leaves her with having to rent a place all by herself. And it turns out that that evening she told us that she already rented a place.....in Littleton. That's a thirty minute drive away. Not to mention none of us have a car. So we have to con our friends into driving us there to store our stuff and we'll have to con someone again in September to get our stuff out. Asking someone to drive thirty minutes each way is a little ridiculous when there is one that's a couple blocks from campus. So the problem is, how to politely tell Meade that she's crazy. Or just suck it up and go along with it.
The Diamondbacks are killing the Braves right now. And you wanna know the worst part? Nicole is probably sitting on our living room couch watching it right now. And I'm stuck in this godforsaken dorm room the size of a closet. And I still don't know if I have a job this summer. I'm sure whoever is reading this is getting sick of me saying that. I'm getting sick of saying that too. Sorry.
Today I started packing up the stuff that I am going to leave here over the summer. Mostly that means winter clothes and school supplies. It felt so good to pack some of that stuff up and throw a bunch of stuff out. I want to go home so so very bad and it feels like I still have so much time left here. But packing means I'm that much closer.
Daniel and I were going to share a storage unit with two of our friends (Meade and Eric) who are also from out of state. However, Eric is living in a house next year so he is storing his stuff there. So that leaves the two of us and Meade. When we looked at places to store, they are so unbelievably expensive! Like 40-50 dollars a month for a 5x5 room, plus $20 to move in, 20$ for insurance and plus tax on top of that! For just a little empty room to put our boxes in! That makes me so angry. Well, when we were looking one of our friends just happened to walk by and he told us that he might have some open space in his basement for us to put our stuff over the summer. We thought that would be great! We could pay him like 10-15 dollars a month, no move-in fee or insurance or anything and we would all be happy. Except Meade. Because that kinda leaves her with having to rent a place all by herself. And it turns out that that evening she told us that she already rented a place.....in Littleton. That's a thirty minute drive away. Not to mention none of us have a car. So we have to con our friends into driving us there to store our stuff and we'll have to con someone again in September to get our stuff out. Asking someone to drive thirty minutes each way is a little ridiculous when there is one that's a couple blocks from campus. So the problem is, how to politely tell Meade that she's crazy. Or just suck it up and go along with it.
The Diamondbacks are killing the Braves right now. And you wanna know the worst part? Nicole is probably sitting on our living room couch watching it right now. And I'm stuck in this godforsaken dorm room the size of a closet. And I still don't know if I have a job this summer. I'm sure whoever is reading this is getting sick of me saying that. I'm getting sick of saying that too. Sorry.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
A day of little surprises
Wow. Right now it's 65 degrees in Scottsdale, and 64 degrees here in Denver. I never thought that would happen in May.
I expected today to be an ordinary Thursday, but a few extraordinary things happened.
First, in psychology, I learned many interesting things. We are learning about mental illnesses. Today we learned about multiple personality disorder, phobias, and generalized anxiety. Based on what we learned today I don't think I have a phobia (of loud noises) or generalized anxiety disorder. I don't think I have a phobia because I don't think it impairs my functioning. Daniel disagrees. Whatever I guess it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm going to get treatment because I don't like it when balloons pop. That's stupid. But it was really interesting learning about multiple personality disorders. We watched a video of this guy, Tony, and he had 53 different personalities. Some of them were different ages, like children, and some were even women. One of them, named Dede, is a 'caretaker' personality. She keeps track of all of them and makes sure that an underage personality doesn't come out when he is driving and stuff like that. Really creepy stuff. And the sad part is that the disorder develops most often after a severely traumatic experience in childhood and it's the brain's way of coping.
Second, my lab (last one!) ended really early so I got to have lunch with Daniel. That was nice, because I don't usually get to see him on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Then, in my American Religion class, we had a guest speaker come in. His name is Vincent Harding and he was a close friend of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King. He marched with him in the 60s and helped write his speech that he gave at Riverside. He is now a professor here at our (Methodist) school of theology. He just might be the wisest man I have ever met. Everything he said sounded like he had rehearsed it. His answers to our questions were all so thoughtful and deep. The things he said made me really want to work towards peace. He was so interesting, I could sit there and listen to him all day. I was the first student to ask a question, and before I could, he insisted that before he talks to anyone, he wants to know thier full name and where they grew up. When he answered my question, I felt like he was thinking carefully about every word he was saying. He was answering as if I had just asked him the meaning of my life. It was like I really mattered and he cared about me for those few minutes. Since our class was about American religion, our questions focused on the role of the black church and christianity in Dr. King's life and the civil rights movement. It's really interesting to me how little we learn about that side of his life work. Everyone knows that he worked for civil rights, but not a lot of people think about the fact that he was a reverend and all his speeches were filled with allusions and quotes from the bible. And it makes me wonder if he were around today, would people be turned off by his christian background? Would they listen as readily to his message? Would he have as many devoted followers? I'm not sure about that. Well, anyways, Mr. Harding had a lot of interesting things to say about Dr. King's life then, and about our current society now. I'm tempted to take a theology class just so I can have him as a professor.
One of the most important things that he said was a different take on a familiar passage of the bible. He took that passage about how the church is the body of Christ and that each body part has its specific function. A knee doesn't do the same thing as an eye, etc. He said that he believes this is how the world is. Each person has a function and together, as a whole, we work in perfect harmony. And just like he wouldn't want his intestine to change to perform the same function as his teeth, he also doesn't want a Buddhist person to change to be a Christian. In our amazing diversity, we all work together to worship God.
He also made an analogy to describe why he hates the word "tolerance" so much. A girl in our class asked if he thought we would ever be completely tolerant of other races, religions, etc. He explained that he never hopes for 'tolerance'. It's like going out into a garden and saying "I tolerate that yellow flower, that blue flower, that red flower". That's ridiculous! Flowers are not tolerated, they're beautiful. And beauty is to be celebrated. He wants us not to tolerate each other, but to celebrate each other.
Another surprise I got was when I got back home tonight, I had a package that my parents ordered. The RHA (Resident Hall Association) puts together little bags of snacks and candy and food that parents can order for their student during finals week. My parents ordered me the junk food version and Daniel the healthy version. We'll just share both though. It's nice to know that they are thinking about me and realize how stressful finals are. And it's just something that makes me feel like they are closer to me and more involved in my life. I will be very happy to go home and see them in two weeks.
Still waiting to hear about the two jobs. It's driving me nuts!!!
I expected today to be an ordinary Thursday, but a few extraordinary things happened.
First, in psychology, I learned many interesting things. We are learning about mental illnesses. Today we learned about multiple personality disorder, phobias, and generalized anxiety. Based on what we learned today I don't think I have a phobia (of loud noises) or generalized anxiety disorder. I don't think I have a phobia because I don't think it impairs my functioning. Daniel disagrees. Whatever I guess it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm going to get treatment because I don't like it when balloons pop. That's stupid. But it was really interesting learning about multiple personality disorders. We watched a video of this guy, Tony, and he had 53 different personalities. Some of them were different ages, like children, and some were even women. One of them, named Dede, is a 'caretaker' personality. She keeps track of all of them and makes sure that an underage personality doesn't come out when he is driving and stuff like that. Really creepy stuff. And the sad part is that the disorder develops most often after a severely traumatic experience in childhood and it's the brain's way of coping.
Second, my lab (last one!) ended really early so I got to have lunch with Daniel. That was nice, because I don't usually get to see him on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Then, in my American Religion class, we had a guest speaker come in. His name is Vincent Harding and he was a close friend of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King. He marched with him in the 60s and helped write his speech that he gave at Riverside. He is now a professor here at our (Methodist) school of theology. He just might be the wisest man I have ever met. Everything he said sounded like he had rehearsed it. His answers to our questions were all so thoughtful and deep. The things he said made me really want to work towards peace. He was so interesting, I could sit there and listen to him all day. I was the first student to ask a question, and before I could, he insisted that before he talks to anyone, he wants to know thier full name and where they grew up. When he answered my question, I felt like he was thinking carefully about every word he was saying. He was answering as if I had just asked him the meaning of my life. It was like I really mattered and he cared about me for those few minutes. Since our class was about American religion, our questions focused on the role of the black church and christianity in Dr. King's life and the civil rights movement. It's really interesting to me how little we learn about that side of his life work. Everyone knows that he worked for civil rights, but not a lot of people think about the fact that he was a reverend and all his speeches were filled with allusions and quotes from the bible. And it makes me wonder if he were around today, would people be turned off by his christian background? Would they listen as readily to his message? Would he have as many devoted followers? I'm not sure about that. Well, anyways, Mr. Harding had a lot of interesting things to say about Dr. King's life then, and about our current society now. I'm tempted to take a theology class just so I can have him as a professor.
One of the most important things that he said was a different take on a familiar passage of the bible. He took that passage about how the church is the body of Christ and that each body part has its specific function. A knee doesn't do the same thing as an eye, etc. He said that he believes this is how the world is. Each person has a function and together, as a whole, we work in perfect harmony. And just like he wouldn't want his intestine to change to perform the same function as his teeth, he also doesn't want a Buddhist person to change to be a Christian. In our amazing diversity, we all work together to worship God.
He also made an analogy to describe why he hates the word "tolerance" so much. A girl in our class asked if he thought we would ever be completely tolerant of other races, religions, etc. He explained that he never hopes for 'tolerance'. It's like going out into a garden and saying "I tolerate that yellow flower, that blue flower, that red flower". That's ridiculous! Flowers are not tolerated, they're beautiful. And beauty is to be celebrated. He wants us not to tolerate each other, but to celebrate each other.
Another surprise I got was when I got back home tonight, I had a package that my parents ordered. The RHA (Resident Hall Association) puts together little bags of snacks and candy and food that parents can order for their student during finals week. My parents ordered me the junk food version and Daniel the healthy version. We'll just share both though. It's nice to know that they are thinking about me and realize how stressful finals are. And it's just something that makes me feel like they are closer to me and more involved in my life. I will be very happy to go home and see them in two weeks.
Still waiting to hear about the two jobs. It's driving me nuts!!!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Okay I have time to post now.
I'm so close to the end of the quarter, yet I still have a lot to do before it's over. I feel like I'm constantly on the edge. I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and I'm leaning over, ready to jump, but it's not quite time to jump yet. One minute I'm excited because I only have one more choir rehearsal left, no more big papers to write. The next minute I'm scared because I have two weeks to prepare for three final exams. And now that it's ridiculously warm outside it really feels like summer. It feels like school should be ending. Between classes I walk through campus and people are in their bikinis sunbathing, eating lunch on the grass, reading a book under a tree, and it just feels like being in a classroom is wasting the beautiful sunshine! So basically I'm constantly on edge. Every minute I'm counting down until the end of my first year of college. And listing off the things I need to do before I get on that flight for Phoenix. It's quite a list. A daunting list.
If I'm feeling like this I can't imagine what seniors are feeling.
Today between psychology and physics, I was walking to class, and by coincidence came upon Daniel walking from class to lunch. I wasn't expecting to see him until 6pm this evening after class, so it was a nice surprise! Not only that, but he came up and gave me a kiss and a long hug. I think he was happy to see me too :-) And that made me think about how happy I am that I am here and not Boston. That I get to see Daniel between classes and every day. And we get to start planning our future together. When I was in Boston, we were just trying to get through college and then worry about our lives together. This was the best decision I could have made. To transfer here I mean. Now when I'm home, I can enjoy the time with my family instead of trying to cram in every second with Daniel. It makes me so happy to be with him. Especially when he does nice things like kiss me even though there are lots of people around. I'm sure they look at us and they're jealous. I was listening to that Relient K song today. I love that song. It makes me think of us.
If I'm feeling like this I can't imagine what seniors are feeling.
Today between psychology and physics, I was walking to class, and by coincidence came upon Daniel walking from class to lunch. I wasn't expecting to see him until 6pm this evening after class, so it was a nice surprise! Not only that, but he came up and gave me a kiss and a long hug. I think he was happy to see me too :-) And that made me think about how happy I am that I am here and not Boston. That I get to see Daniel between classes and every day. And we get to start planning our future together. When I was in Boston, we were just trying to get through college and then worry about our lives together. This was the best decision I could have made. To transfer here I mean. Now when I'm home, I can enjoy the time with my family instead of trying to cram in every second with Daniel. It makes me so happy to be with him. Especially when he does nice things like kiss me even though there are lots of people around. I'm sure they look at us and they're jealous. I was listening to that Relient K song today. I love that song. It makes me think of us.
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I still don't know about either job I applied for. I think I'm going to die without ever finding out if I got either. I am checking my e-mail obsessively, checking my mailbox three times a day, and waiting for any hint from my physics professor that he has made a decision about his learning assistants.
However, yesterday, I finally took the spanish diagnostic test. I did horrible. Apparently, I have to start over from the beginning even though I have had two years of high school spanish. When I talked with an advisor, she told me that first quarter you get through conjugating -ar verbs in the present tense. I laughed. I can do that in my sleep! So she said that if I'm sure I don't need to review the first quarter, I can go ahead and sign up for spanish 1002 and then if I determine that it's too hard I can switch into 1001 easily. Not much chance of that happening. So I have to take two quarters of spanish and I'm done with the foreign language requirement. And now I'm registered for three classes next quarter. Still working on the core class.
Darn I have to go to class. American Religion. Maybe I will blog during class. Either way, I'll post more later. Probably.
However, yesterday, I finally took the spanish diagnostic test. I did horrible. Apparently, I have to start over from the beginning even though I have had two years of high school spanish. When I talked with an advisor, she told me that first quarter you get through conjugating -ar verbs in the present tense. I laughed. I can do that in my sleep! So she said that if I'm sure I don't need to review the first quarter, I can go ahead and sign up for spanish 1002 and then if I determine that it's too hard I can switch into 1001 easily. Not much chance of that happening. So I have to take two quarters of spanish and I'm done with the foreign language requirement. And now I'm registered for three classes next quarter. Still working on the core class.
Darn I have to go to class. American Religion. Maybe I will blog during class. Either way, I'll post more later. Probably.
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