The Confusion of Growing Older

I'm sitting her, trying to finish writing my rough draft and not having a lot of luck with it. I thought it would be a little easier than the last ones....try something new and write about it sounds so easy! It's turning out not to be so easy.

I've been thinking a lot about the future lately. After my college visits, I've been thinking about where I should go and what I should do. I've even been questioning my choice of major, what I should do with the rest of my life..even if I should even continue going or just take some time to figure out what I want to do.

My mind is just not on my schoolwork lately. It isn't on anything that has to do with school, except for the panicky thought that I'm probably going graduate with less than the 4.0 that I have held onto for my entire life......because I currently have two classes that I have B's in instead of A's. I don't even want to think about studying for the two tests I have in the middle of this week.

I guess this is the junior college version seniors' being distracted by graduation's approach. I am counting the days until May 7th. Then it will just start all over at whatever school I choose. I know people say that you should stay in school, because you'll have to work all your life when you're done, but I just don't know how much more of it I can take. Hurry up summer......I need another break!

One Month, One Week, and a Few Days!

Spring break is slowly ending, and I just don't think it was long enough. We should definitely get TWO weeks off, that would be way better. The only thing keeping me going, however, is that once we get back to school, I will have just a little over a month until i graduate! Yes, that's right- someone is actually getting out of Darton in only TWO YEARS! YAY!

Needless to say (but I will say it anyways), I am very excited about graduating. I am so close, I can already feel the weight lifting off my shoulders, only to slam back down when the realization that I still have a lot of work to do before that day. This coming up week alone, I have our rough draft due and two tests that I am not yet prepared to take.

But back to spring break. I think it has worn me out, as opposed to rejuvenating me. All I want to do is go to sleep, but no, I have too much homework to do before I can. This blog, work on my paper, English writing, find an essay. Keep looking at colleges, make a decision, find the CRN #'s of the two classes I'm taking over the summer, pay my GAP bill....the list just goes on and on for days. You'd think I would have accomplished SOMETHING over this break.

It's not as bad as I make it out to be. I actually did do homework before today. In fact, I read Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night" yesterday afternoon- not an easy feat. And not my choice to do so, but I had put it off accidentally by forgetting my Brit Lit book when we went out of town on Sunday. Since we didn't get back until Wednesday, the reading fell to Thursday. Now everything else has fallen to today, tomorrow, and Sunday. I decided that reading seventy plus pages of Shakespeare was enough for one day.

I also did some more "research," if you will, on my poker-paper. I went to play last night, and it was probably the most fun I'd had during the break. I have a great idea to buy a green visor and get my name put on it so I can be a 'serious-looking' player.

Thinking about it, I guess I did get SOME things done. Not nearly enough, but some. Hopefully I can accomplish some more things before I collapse from the exhaustion that is spring break.

Oh, To Be Creative!

I've been thinking about our next paper. I always begin writing them in my head before I put anything down on paper. This one is no different.

As you might already know from discussions in class, I am writing about learning how to play poker. The problem is my creativity!

I'm trying to do as much as I can to have information about poker-playing. I've been taught HOW to play. I've practiced playing online a lot, on yahoo.com. This week I am taking it up a notch- I am going to play a REAL poker game with people- in PERSON!

Oddly enough, my Sunday school teacher and her husband (also a Sunday school teacher) have a weekly poker night at their house. They both teach college students, so they have basically just opened up their house to their classes every Thursday night. I've never been, but I'm going this week!

My best friend, Sara, goes every week. She never plays poker......mainly because she doesn't know how. She and a few other girls watch the boys play while they talk and eat. This week will be different- I will be playing! It won't be just a 'guy game' this time. And maybe, just maybe, I'll win!

It's an addicting thing, this game of poker. I'm definitely trying to not get addicted to betting fake money on the internet. So, until our paper is due, I will be a poker machine. After that, I'm quitting cold turkey! Just keep me away from those slot machines......

3/18/08

The Smithsonian

I just got home from dropping my dad off at the airport. He will shortly be on his way to Kansas City, for a week of meetings and conferences. He works at the base, and has to travel constantly. He usually goes by himself, but one time our entire family got to go along for the ride.

That particular time we went to Washington, DC. We took our light blue Honda Odyssey on the sixteen hour drive from our house to the nation's capital. I was seven at the time, my sister eleven. Of course, with two young children it's almost impossible to travel that far in one sitting, so we drove to North Carolina and stayed with family for a night. We got up early the next morning and drove the rest of the way to DC.

We got to our hotel later than night, and I was awed at how big it was. Sixteen floors, the top one being a huge pool and a five-star restaurant that cost about $40 per person (we didn't go there).

My dad had meetings all week, so my mom, sister, and I were the sight-seers. We went to the Smithsonian, one of the greatest things I have ever seen in my life. We actually got lost in the middle of everything and spent about an hour just wandering around by the treasury.

My favorite part of the trip was going to the Woodley Park Zoo, the biggest zoo I had ever seen. We went all around that zoo, ending up at the gift shop, where my sister and I each came out with our own monkey. Mine was a spider monkey that I named Woodley after the zoo!

Twelve years can take a lot away from a memory. I think it's a sad thing that I don't remember much about what we saw other than how it made me feel. We have pictures to help, but it has still faded away over time. I've tried to talk people into taking another trip there.....I even tried to get our senior class to go there (that didn't work). I really hope I can go back there one day- maybe I'll remember it a little better the second time around!

3/16/08

Spring Break is Coming.....

My spring break is currently being planned- not only by me, but by my parents and sister. I am using that week of no classes to go college-hopping, as I call it. Because I have classes every day and can't miss a day, I have to go visit colleges during my only break off of school. And that is what I have planned my week around.

We (my parents and I) are leaving Sunday afternoon, after church and all of our Easter festivities (which are a complete other blog within themselves). We are driving up to Kennesaw that night and staying in a hotel, then getting up bright and early Monday morning. We have a meeting at 10 or so with the department people and then we'll take a tour of the campus and everything fun like that!

That afternoon we'll head to Athens, where my sister resides, to watch her news show live (as opposed to feed from the internet like we usually watch it). We'll spend the night with her and her roommate, Lindsey, in their apartment about 10 minutes away from the UGA campus. The next morning we'll go visit UGA, mostly to appease my sister because she wants me to follow her up there...although she'll be gone in the fall!

And that will be the end of my college road trip (my real-life one, not the new movie with Raven and Martin Lawrence). Two days out of my spring break going to college. Two more working. Two traveling back and forth from north Georgia to/from Sylvester. Yes, that leaves me one day of spring break- Friday. Believe me, I will be sleeping late and doing absolutely no schoolwork that day.

At least it isn't like last year....I spent THAT break writing a paper on genetically modified foods and how bad they are the humans. Yep, this one will be way better- even if I am spending two of the days college-hopping instead of sleeping late, staying up late, and going to the beach!

Daylight Savings?!

I have always hated it when the time changed. I never understood it when I was younger, and it doesn't make a lot of sense to me still. Twice a year, when the time was changing, I'd ask my mom "So what time is it REALLY?"

I've just never really gotten the point of it. I usually like it in the fall, though. It's GREAT to have that extra hour of sleep. I get to stay out a little later, and I love getting extra time to dream.

This weekend, though, it is obviously the other way around. All day yesterday I was thinking, "It's really 9:00 instead of 8:00. I'm going to lose that hour while I'm sleeping!" I just couldn't shake it!

I discussed this with the people I work it on Friday. One of the men said that some states don't observe daylight savings and never change the time. THAT was exciting to me. I definitely agree with that- Georgia should take that route!

Because of my great dislike for the time change, I retaliate by NOT changing any of my clocks. I just leave them however they are set, making myself constantly remember that my clock is an hour fast or an hour behind (depending on when the clock was set in the first place!)

So anyways, the things I suppose that could be taken away from this blog are "time change: bad" and "more sleep:good!" At least now I'm passed the point where I lose the hour of sleep- from now on I'll get all my hours in.....until fall: then I'll get one more!

I HATE Trains!

I was running a little late this morning. I have actually worked out a system of getting ready that allows me to sleep as late as possible and still be on time. Today, however, the plan didn't work for me.

I opened my house door about twenty minutes before I left to see what the temperature was. When I started to leave, it began pouring down rain, forcing me to switch purses to one that was NOT white.

I was driving to school, going along on my merry way, the same route I travel on every single day. This was when the plan went awry: there was a train in my path. Not just A train, but THE BIGGEST TRAIN EVER! I pulled up to the tracks at 9:12, approximately. It wasn't just starting, though. It looked like it had already been going for a while, and traffic was starting to back up around the corner. I continued to sit at the track until 9:24! Twelve minutes, sitting there because of a train. That's not all though. I happened to be in the turn lane, and we were NOT given a turn signal! This forced everyone in our lane to wait until the cycle of lights was to us again.

I walked into my accounting class ten minutes late. There are two doors, one right next to the row I sit on, and the other across the room. Not so luckily for me, the door close to my desk was locked, forcing me to walk in front of the entire class in order to sit down. My teacher stopped talking to the class and said "What color was the caboose?" I retorted, "It wasn't red!" The class began to laugh and my teacher seemed surprised that I was actually going along with him. "Were you really behind the train?" he asked. I proceed to tell him and the class this entire story, causing him to simply laugh some more. Apparently a few others had walked in late, claiming the train as their excuse. Luckily, he believed me because I "knew the caboose wasn't red!"

3/4/08