- statistics
- legal aspects and liabilities
- recreation facility planning
- Old Testament
- Spanish (I've become quite obsessed with speaking the limited amount of Spanish I know)
- creative writing (I'm excited to have an excuse to spend time writing every day. It's nice to have excuses to do pleasurable things out of academic necessity.)
My apartment consists of one special education major who is engaged and will be getting married mid-December; one costume design major, and (including myself) four recreation majors. One of those recreation majors will be doing her internship next semester and will move out. Another one of those recreation majors is my best friend actually already graduated and will be moving out at the end of October to go serve an LDS mission. (My other best friend just got back from her mission.) If you haven't been interpreting this information, this means that there are currently six of us but by the end of December there will only be three of us. This makes me sad.
My twin brothers just got their mission calls. One will go to Paraguay and the other to Argentina. They will leave the same time my roommate/best friend does. My younger sister-the baby of the family-will be 16 years old by Monday. She will be a dater. I can tell.
I am still in school. I've been in college since 2006. I am 22 and 7/12. I am growing up. I have long since accepted that I am growing up AND growing old. They are two entirely different things and I am doing both. It is entirely a different ball game to accept that my family is also growing up and growing old. Pookie? Old enough to date? This simply cannot be. My brothers? Wearing suits and name tags?
I'd never thought I'd see the day.
5 comments:
HOOOOOOOLA. COMO ESTAS.
I miss school and hope you enjoy your crazy busy schedule. I know how you feel about growing up. Being in the "real world" now reminds me that I have to act like an adult most of day and not like the 12 year olds I am teaching. Luckily I don't feel old at all because all but one of the other teachers at my school are very veteran teachers. So I feel quite young. No telling stories about my grandkids at lunch.
It seems like this is the time of life where we can't be positive about the relationships we have, and that saddens me.
Marcie I'm so delighted that we have a class together again (as un-fun of a class as it may be). Here's the thing about me. I'm graduating this semester. Say wha?!? I know. You were in my first RMYL class- 189. And now I'm done. Thank you for beginning and ending this journey with me.
hey. what about me?? am i not a bff anymore??? am i kicked off cuz i got married? at least i've been in the same state as you for always...sniff sniff...plus my husband picked up your recycling. and ps good luck in stats. tis the only class i've ever taken that has made me cry.
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