*sigh.* It's like high school all over again. Especially Junior year when I'd be doing APUSH homework til 11:30 every night, but Dad would still try to make me go to bed at 10. Good times... good times...
Anyway, Monday I was just tired... all... day... Ugh. Mondays are hard. Acting class early in the morning is fun!!! So at least it's easy to get up to do something I enjoy. But after that it's 3 hours of Lab for Intro to Production... I spent two hours fraying the edge of muslin, and that was just because I was the slowest person at it! :(
Plus, I almost always fall asleep in Philosophy, regardless of what I do. I just can't seem to help it!! By the end of this semester... I'll figure out a way to stay awake... mark my words.
Anyways, I was feeling pretty crummy that night, so spent some time doing easy work and chilling out. Also got packed up so I could go home.
Ok, this has no real significance, but I had a fascinating dream last night that I was in a Mongolian Training camp. Ask me about it later if you want, I won't put all the details here, but the point was that I am STILL highly amused by this dream, and for some reason (even though there's a slightly violent tone to it), I'd consider it a really entertaining one. At least to me.
Also, after my 130 class today, I sat out in the sun in the LiteraTea courtyard and did some devotions. While I was there, I got that little song from VeggieTales stuck in my head about being thankful for what you have. I made up some of my own words to it... though I'm pretty sure most of it is the same.
I thank God for this day
For the sun in the sky
For my mom and my dad
And my little cup of Chai
For the love all around
And my friends that I have found
That's why I say thanks everyday
D'aww.... I'm proud of the chai part.
C'est la vie. I went through the entire USC course catalog and discovered there actually are WAY too many classes I want to take at this school. There's so much to learn and it all sounds so interesting!! However... the classes for the Business minor don't sound too exciting... but it's still a minor I want to take... So I guess I'll have to bear through it for the sake of learning practical information.
The day goes on. Class, getting ready to leave, class. Spanish class was actually really fun! Since it's such a small group of us, life gets pretty entertaining. My professor is super laid back, and often goes on little tangents about things, but she also speaks Spanish super well and teaches it better. I enjoy those two hours a day. I just wish they were a bit earlier!
In the middle of Spanish, we're required to have a break. I was planning after Spanish to take an 8pm flight out of LAX to get me to San Jose, but my mom told me (during this break) that the flight to San Francisco at 7 was pretty open. Class ends at 5:50... I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to make it, but borrowed a laptop (that was a fun exchange. "Hey... this is an odd question... but can I borrow someone's laptop? I left mine in my room...") and listed myself anyway.
Class got out a tad bit earlier than normal, so I went back to the room, called a cab to pick me up at 6 and threw my stuff together, then darted back out. The cab got there very promptly, and drove wicked fast.... Maybe there was just no traffic or something? I don't know, but we got there in no time. Plus, I already had a printed out ticket for the San Jose flight that let me go right to Security, I beat the security line so that didn't take long, and the San Francisco flight was boarding at the first gate out of security. They had just started boarding when I got there.
So the agent activated my name on the list for San Francisco, and I left a whole hour earlier than I originally thought I would. Even better, she gave me first class, and the flight attendants were super super sweet. And, just icing on the cake, the flight landed 20 minutes early. Wow. God is definitely trying to get me home.
So Mom picked me up with a plate full of food, and brought me home to the loving hugs of my family and the pumpkin pie in the fridge. So now I'm safe and sound and snuggled up in my own bed with a full stomach and a smile. :) It's so nice being here. I'm lucky, I'll admit it. I'm really really lucky that I'm able to swing home like this on a whim. Most people can't, so I won't take it for granted.
Though... coming home this time isn't as weird as the first time. Now it feels normal. It's just home. It is what it is. It's wonderful!!! But now it doesn't feel like a surreal experience to be here. I'm still glad I am though, as bad as I feel about missing classes tomorrow... Oh well. As I said before, some things are more important.
Although, who wants to bet that one of my parents will call me out for being up "this late" (it's only 11:15) tomorrow morning when I got "put to bed" at 10:45? I'll give it a.... 60-40% chance. 60 on the getting called out side.
There's a lot to be thankful for. <3 Fight on, friends.
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