This is a belated birthday post, as you can see. I know, the one post that finishes off the series should be on time, however, I started classes yesterday
That morning, my mommy called me all the from Albany to sing Happy Birthday, which she did in front of her colleagues!
I was at school from 9 am to 7 pm, running on 2 hours of sleep, so I was tired.
On the bright side, when I got home I found out my dad made spaghetti, one of my favorite meals, and he even baked me a cake,and garlic texas toast. I was gonna stay up and watch tv with dad but I was so exhausted from the day that I ended up passing out in bed around 10 o’clock last night.
So there you have it, ha ha, all those days of emotional building led up to a somewhat anti-climactic birthday. I honestly really did enjoy doing these posts. I can see why people like doing these. I have some awesome things planned for the future.
It would seem that in all of the things I have forgotten to do since classes started one of them is correctly read a calendar. Life has gotten so busy and I somehow missed a day or two. With all that’s gone on in the past few weeks, I can’t remember where I went off track but anyway, I’m so exhausted that I’ll just type this for today. And what I wrote for yesterday.
Mom had another business trip this week so we dropped her off at Midway this morning. She was pretty upset that she wouldn’t be home for my birthday. 😦 I told her it would be okay, I actually was, we’ll see if my emotions are okay Tuesday.
Saturday, Day 28:
I had my first official class today. When I got to campus it was awkward, the main campus building, which is huge, was as dead as you’d expect it to be on a weekend.
I got there 20 minutes early and even after specifically finding all of my class rooms, I still got lost and ending up coming in 5 minutes late, like I said huge building.
When I finally did make it, I learned that they have to beg teachers to do Saturday classes. My psychology professor cusses, casually, during his lectures, I won’t lie it made me giddy.
When he ended the class he said, “Peace, tell somebody you love them and mean it.” It struck me surprisingly hard, considering it was 11:45am and I was still 3/4 awake.
After class I wandered around the building until dad came to get me. At first, I thought that building one of is the tallest mazes I’d ever been in. When I got to the 3rd floor hallway balcony, I noticed the atrium is a square and as I walked through each quarter I noticed that every quarter on each floor is a different department. Brilliant.
Tomorrow, I go back to college for the first time in a year. Somehow, part of me still feels that I’m not ready. It’s just nerves, though most of me can’t wait! In spite of it being a 3 hour Saturday morning class.
I would expand that thought but I have to get to sleep so I can wake up on time.
Well, here we are, six days before my 22nd birthday and I was thinking to myself for most of the day, “What do I want for my birthday?”
Aside, from the food, shelter, and the 2-3 superficial things that are always on my want list, I was blank. Then, the question became, “Do I still want?”
Ever since I turned 18 this has become an annual occurrence, well, twice a year honestly. On my birthday and Christmas, I rarely make lists telling those close to me what I want for these days.
Don’t get me wrong now, it’s not that I don’t want some of the must have items of the moment. I just think it’s that as I’ve gotten older I’ve become more content with what I’ve got, or it could be that I realize that my wants aren’t vital necessity for right now.
Or, it could be that I’m a broke American college student. However, for right now the concept of not wanting at the moment doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
Today, I was going to tell you about how I went to the newspaper office at my new school and how I met with the editor and staff and became a reporter once again.
What ended up happening was, I oversleep didn’t leave the house until the time the meeting started and when I did get to campus I was 30 minutes late and the office doors were locked. So I will be at the meeting next week for sure.
Classes for me start on Saturday morning, then on my birthday which is Tuesday. I’m really excited to be back in classes again. I feel like this is definitely gonna turn it around.
So, this morning I went to my new college to finalize my registration for the fall semester before classes start next week. I’m in the enrollment office and found out that 2 of the classes I wanted were full. I was shocked at first, but then I remembered your spot is not saved until registration is completed and a payment plan is setup. (No FAFSA this year.)
I remembered that we planned to set up said plan after my brother’s surgery, so when I asked the woman at the desk to set up a payment plan she said, “Oh, you set it up online.”
To which I responded thank you, and walked out of the office and back to the advising center, again. The classes to put me back in full time status were I got my philosophy class back and psychology class. The great thing about this, with the exception of a Saturday morning class, is that my weekly classes are all on Tuesday and Thursday and I’m free 3 days of the week!
After I finalized everything in advising, I went back to the enrollment office to complete registration.
I then lingered around the indoor “quad” (aka Atrium Lobby) to get a feel for the place I’m going to call home for the year.
After getting tired of wandering, I got my student ID from campus security. The lady who took my picture said my smile was the best thing she saw all day, that it looked natural and it made her day. Not gonna lie though, I really felt narcissistic for about 3 minutes after I left.
God smiled at me today for about 5 minutes. I am so serious, he did.
We’re on the road heading home, somewhere between Champaigne and Kankakee. I’m listening to Andrew Belle’s new album, BLACK BEAR (it’s really good), and reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.Every few minutes, I’d look out the window at the flat, green, boring, farmland of Southern Illinois, then go back to my book. This time, however, I look up and saw God smile through the grey, overcast, sky. He smiled on me in six colors, and in return my heart smiled back.