Saturday, January 30, 2010
Good Day
Thursday, January 28, 2010
They’re from yesterday, by the way. I only have math lecture on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday is Lab and resuscitation, I mean, recitation, respectively. We also have a quiz in recitation, and the one today was inSANE! Most of it was alright, but there was one question that I skipped cuz I just couldn’t figure it out. I was about to go back to it when I realized that the bonus was worth more than that one question, so I tried for that instead. Big Mistake.
Why?
Yep, you guessed it.
That’s the answer.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Engineering... Tired... Hungry... Yep, it's Tuesday!
Have you ever had a day that just didn’t exactly start out right? Maybe you had to get up early, even had to deal with people being angry at you, maybe even yelling, and it seemed like you just couldn’t get anything right. Then you hardly get much breakfast, but there’s no time to think about that, cuz it’s off to work, or school, or whatever commitment you have for the day. But that’s not all, because I’m sure almost everyone has had a day, or perhaps many, that have started like that. But have you ever, that same day, walked into an elevator, and, as quickly as the doors slide shut behind you, the world does, too? Suddenly, instead of going down three floors, you’re flying, soaring. For no apparent reason at all, the day is suddenly brighter – literally, it actually looks brighter and feels warmer outside – and there’s a bounce in your step. The rough start of the morning is a fading memory, and life is now something to savor every moment of. And the best part is, it feels like nothing and no one can crush this new feeling that’s just sprung up inside of you. Has that ever happened to you?
If so, you know what my day was like today.
You can guess how it started for me. I’m sure I’ve complained about that more than enough by now. Add an 8 o clock class on top of that, and you’ll find me, later, slipping into the library for a much looked forward to quiet time with the Lord. It helped relieve the almost ever-present depression that’s been slowly growing in my chest for the past week, but only slightly. I had engineering next, and I just managed to stay awake with the help of a short head-on-the-desk nap before class. It was after that class that it happened. I would have been walking with some classmates if I hadn’t taken a minute to straighten my uniform in the bathroom, but the sudden detour left me alone. I decided to take the elevator. As the doors were shutting behind me, dC talk’s “Extreme Days” suddenly started playing in my head (talk about random), and I had the strong, sudden urge to start dancing. I have no idea where all this happiness sprung up from, but I blamed God for it, and began singing praises to Him (mostly silent prayers). I don’t think I’ve ever had such an extreme mood change in such a short amount of time. It’s a strange feeling when your heavy, dragging heart suddenly jumps up and swells as if to burst with pure joy. It makes your day seem more open, too. I was out of the elevator, heading towards the computer lounge, when I suddenly realized that it wasn’t even a quarter to twelve, my next class was over an hour away, and the engineering building I was in was right next to a great little sandwich place. Forget about the future, I’m hungry now, I thought, turning around before I reached the doors.
“It’s lunchtime!” This directed towards a random stranger in the hallway.
“Yes sir!”
Isn’t God great?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
New prof, new accent
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
AAGUUUUGUGHHGHG!!!
Monday, January 18, 2010
fp's
So, I'm a fish again. Awesome. Back to sprinting in the hallways (not fast enough), speaking to the upperclassmen (in the wrong order, intensity, gender, make, model, accent, whatever), sounding off (not loud enough), sleeping on top of the covers (not long enough), and getting smoked (more than enough). I don't have a first name, and I do have my cadence on me. I don't wear sandals, but my shoes are shined (not!). And, best of all, I have a fresh, snazzy haircut. Life is...slow. Summer can not get here fast enough. Christmas break sure took it's time. The wait totally made it worth it, though, that much should be said. But now, I'm looking all the way to summer, which I know is going to take forever. So, maybe I should instead look forward to spring break, which is in March... or maybe just this weekend. I might be able to leave. But then, we have a blackbelt band function. Nope, sorry fish (and sophomores), no fun, free weekend for you! Nope, stay here in College Station, and do...whatever it is we're making you do, cuz nobody cares... Yeah...
Ok, so now I think I'm done with the negativity... Oh wait, I feel some more coming on.....
I hate the Corps...
Ok, now I'm really done. I'll be positive now. At least the first night wasn't too bad. Third platoon got to go hang out in Mr Thompson's room after outfit meeting to talk about stuff. How the break was, pt, grades, the new fish (we have two new fish this semester, and one is in our platoon), and then we just asked some questions and stuff. Mr Thompson is really cool. He’s definitely one of my favorite juniors, maybe even my favorite. I haven’t really thought about it.
So, we have a bag-in tomorrow, which means we don’t have to wake up to yelling, and then go to formation. That makes me happy, even though I have an 8 o clock class, which means I’ll be waking up at 6:30 or so anyway. I just hope I can actually wake up in time… But still, waking up early to an alarm is better than waking up early to sophomores yelling at me.
I have a big problem with worry. I know I shouldn’t, but I worry about lots of things. Everything from what training time is gonna be like, to whether I’ll be able to find a good job, a good wife, a good place to eat for lunch. Stuff I shouldn’t even be thinking about at this point, cuz I can’t do anything about them (well, maybe I can control lunch, but that’s about it). I bring this up because, for the past day and a half, I guess, up until about 9 o clock tonight, I’ve been super nervous and stressed out about going back to the Corps. Like, to the point of not feeling well, and even having to poop like 20 minutes after I had just gone (yes, you needed to know that). I ended up not going, which almost makes it worse, cuz I didn’t even need to, I just felt like I had to go. I had been packing really slowly, too, sometimes on purpose, but also without realizing it, almost as if taking my time would make it take more time to get here. It didn’t… But anyway, I’ve been worrying about all this, and it hasn’t helped me at all. In fact, worrying has never helped me do anything except freak out and get sick to my stomach. I always wanna put an e on the end of stomach. Stomache. Not right, but I always try to do it. I try to not worry about things. I try to not think about them, but that doesn’t work. Even if I’m not consciously thinking about whatever it is I’m worrying about, I still get nervous about it. I try praying about it, sometimes more than others, I’ll admit, but I still pray, a lot. Maybe I just can’t let go of that stuff. I don’t know. I really wish I did. Sometimes I can do it. Not very often, but sometimes. I don’t really know how I do it, though….
Ok, now I gotta go to bed. A senior just came in and got mad at my old lady (my roommate). I don’t think she saw me, but I’m still gonna get off now. I have a cool post coming soon, though!