New Year, New Semester, New Life

I am 22. Wow. Isn't that crazy? I'm sure every 22 year old wonders at how life passes so quickly. I closer to the other side of 40 than I am to infancy. I've come a long way.

I think finals went well. I was pleased with my overall GPA for this semester. I had a WONDERFUL time at home. Each time I go back I have a deeper appreciation for my family and feel a keener sense of loss at my leaving them. My two younger sisters and I shared a queen sized bed even though there were beds aplenty. We played alphabet almost every night and finally went to bed around 3 am each morning. I felt pretty lazy by the end of break. Another highlight was playing hide-and-go-seek in the dark for a couple of hours one night. Wow... so much fun. I also garnered a greater understanding of my parents. It was extremely beneficial.

I was so nervous for class this morning. I don't know how S&F went. I don't really know anybody in that section and I was probably the only non-bio major. I'm sure I was.... Oh well. You need to be the odd one, right? Also, my lovely coat still had the price tags attached and I wore them all morning until someone who knew me pointed them out to me. Shucks. Such as life. Keeps me humble, I guess. This is going to be a CRAZY semester. But I feel strongly that I don't want to be a nurse. I am still praying about it. Although, it's kinda to late to change my mind.

More to come.