Productivity

I woke up this morning with the sun glaring at me. I knew it was going to be a good day. I got myself ready for work and classes and set off to find myself some adventures. I got to work at Spalding and we were learning about Greek mythology. This is absolutely one of my favorite subjects. I used to spend hours at my principal's house after school just reading his books on the Greek gods. I always wanted to be Artemis, the virgin goddess of the Hunt. She was beautiful and tough. Aphrodite was beautiful, but she wasn't a fighter. She was conniving and wicked.
After that first hour at work, I had to book it to class. I had gotten lost in Greek myths again and had completely forgotten about my 10:00 class. I got to class just in time for opening prayer. He asked me why I was late and I had to reply in spanish that I had forgotten I had class. I felt like such a freshman.
After class, I had to book it back to Spalding for another hour of work. This time it was a different class, same grade, though. We studied Greek mytholy again. I love my job.
I had one more class after that and I had forgotten that there was a paper due today. I only had an hour to type it out so I did the best I could in that hour and turned it in. We'll see what grade he deems fit to give me. I'm a bit nervous because I don't usually turn in something as rough as that. I've learned that drafts are the most beneficial thing out there for me, as a writer. Why I didn't realize this sooner, I honestly can't say.
That last class went by fairly quickly, maybe due in large part to the fact that I slept through it. I seriously hope I wasn't snoring. GASP! That would've been so mortifying!
I got home and realized that if I didn't do my laundry, I would not have very many clothes to choose from to wear the next day. Now, the state apartments don't have laundry machines, so I had to lug two huge rubbermaid bins two apartments over to do laundry. It was quite the workout. While doing laundry, I also cooked up some chicken soup for me and my roommate. It was very soothing for my allergies.
Unfortunately, I did not get to the piles of homework I had saved up for this afternoon. Instead, I left it for tonight, as I sit behind the front desk. I am happy to report that I have finished my homework, even the rought draft of my last advanced creative writing piece! How exciting. It's a great start to the last two weeks of my life.

Blocked

Pushing. Crashing. Colliding. Rolling. Pushing. Crashing. Moving. Sometimes it feels like there is a gigantic dump truck rolling around in my head, full of great ideas. Well, sometimes it's filled with garbage, but mostly it's filled with great ideas. However, they're all so jumbled together that I can't pick out the great ones from the garbage ones. There is also the fact that the truck keeps ramming into my skull, trying to get out, but never really succeeding. In essence, those great ideas keep ramming into the side of my brain but can never be brought to life because they never really reach their full potential. I just hope one day my skull will crack and the ideas will come pouring forth, abundant and blessed. We shall see.

New Beginning

He walked on to the campus, the huge, enormous, gigantic campus. He felt miniscule as he surveyed the entire campus. This would be his home for the next four years. Why had he chosen somewhere so far from home? Oh yeah, because he has boasted of being a man. Of not needing to be near his family. Scoff. Now look at him. He was practically in tears; he had never been this far from his family before.
He remembered standing at the airport, his heart pounding. His father was standing off to the side, leaning against a wall. His mother was always nearby, just wanting to touch him, keep her baby in sight for as long as she could. His siblings were in their own little worlds. He was the oldest and now he had to set an example. He had to be strong as he left home for college. Thousands of miles away. Literally, worlds away.
He had cried on the plane. The old woman beside him had offered words of comfort as she regaled him with stories of her own grandchildren going off to college. "You'll be fine, dear," she had said, as she patted his hand. He had tried to smile and hoped he had. He didn't want to offend the nice lady. The remaining half of his trip, he had started blankly into the clouds. The sunset was beautiful. He just realized this now. He hadn't appreciated its beauty then.
He scanned the other freshmen entering the room. They were all here for orientation. His heart fell when he saw that many of them were already bunched into groups. He missed his friends. He missed knowing his place among them. Here, he was just another face in the crowd. Again, tears threatened to fall. He walked to an empty table and sat down. He pretended to be engrossed in his orientation pamphlet.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" He looked up. It was a scrawny boy wearing a red Naruto t-shirt. He shook his head. The other boy sat down and introduced himself. They began to talk about Naruto, which, fortunately was a shared interest. He smiled as he listened to the other boy talk. Maybe college wouldn't be so bad after all.

Rabbit Rabbit

Today is the first of many days. However, it is a special day for all jokesters and pranksters out there. I personally hate it. I thought I could handle practical jokes, but there comes a time in every woman's life when she must leave these childish antics behind. Or maybe there isn't a day, just a suggestion.

Crunch Time

All four years have come down to this one month. I only have one month left of my undergraduate career and it's becoming harder and harder to keep up. I'm barely a full time student so you would think that I had all the time in the world to do homework and such. Alas, such is not the path carved out for me. I barely have time to sleep, what with work, homework, and trying to get in quality time with my friends before I drop off the face of the earth. Such is life, though. I can't really complain because it's been a good run.

Confession

Blogger, forgive me. It has been exactly ten days since my last blogession. I do realize the error of my ways. I will, in the future, work to remedy this vice.

Talent

Personally, I felt like the prizes were given out to the people who were most creative and had the most energy. That's all fine and dandy . . . but did that mean they had more talent than the rest of the performers? That is debatable. I personally would not have wanted to be a judge just because of the quantity of quality that night. Southern has some truly talented students among our midst.