I am sick of reading. Mostly that is all my days consist of. My attention span for reading 30 pages per class per day is just nonexistent. Ugh.
I hate doing things halfway. I like to be thorough and do my very best on everything that I do. I have discovered that taking 7 classes is going to make that impossible this semester. It's only week 2 and I am already feeling like a slacker in every class. I do my reading and my assignments, but it's never as well as I feel like I should be doing it. Pretty much everything in my life is getting done halfway right now. What can you do?
Despite having no free time and a ridiculous amount of homework all the time, I am a pretty happy kid. Things are going well, and I don't feel totally stressed and miserable (yet). It helps to have great people around to help me focus when I need to and help me take a break when I don't. Good company makes everything more bearable. Also, laughing is my favorite thing in the world.
I got a letter today. That was a happy thing.
I love people who can laugh at themselves, and that I am one of those people. This last week I have been brutally made fun of for everything from the holes in my socks, to my laptop, to my Blackberry (it's not an iphone), to my fake Spanish accent, to a number of stupid things that I have said, to the fact that I have been completely relationshipless my entire life.....and I have never laughed harder.
I am slowly discovering a love for healthy food. I have been doing great at eating real, healthy food and I feel so good! It's fun to get to the end of a day and realize that you have only eaten 900 calories and not feel deprived or hungry. Also, I have my personal trainer back so I really am feeling great.
I am also slowly discovering a
For my Intermediate Strength Training class, we had to find our max on bench press and squats and then work to improve them over the semester. I had never done either of these in my life. Luckily, I have Kenz to help me out with stuff like that. My max for bench was 100 lbs and for squats was 140 lbs. I don't know how much that is relative to other people, but I felt pretty good about it.
On Sunday, Kenzy was wearing her Yankees sweats. Yesterday, I wore my Red Sox shirt. This made me realize how ridiculously excited I am for baseball season to start. I love it a lot. And, even though she cheers for the wrong team, I finally have someone who will want to watch baseball with me. That's super exciting. Also Chaz is a Yankees fan and Colter is a Red Sox fan (Dallin's housemates/our new friends-ish) so I am really excited for that first Boston/Yankees game. (They better win!)
I saw the tennis team out on the courts having their first practice today. I hate that they have to do that right in the middle of everything where everyone can see. Mostly my heart aches a teeny bit every time I see them practicing. I miss tennis sooo much. When it warms up Imari and I will start playing more though....and hopefully finally get to play with Elder and Sister Crowther!
One of the classes that I am taking this semester is an Intro to Law class. Why? Well, for some reason it counts as an elective for FCD. I don't know why. It's all about preparing to take the LSAT and get into Law school. At first, I thought this class would be completely irrelevant for me since I'm not planning on going to law school. However, it has definitely piqued my interest in the whole law thing. I had never even considered law school before. I might be now. I really don't think I am cut out for it and I don't know what I would do with a law degree, but I don't know what I'm doing with my FCD major/Business minor either. I'm really not saying anything here except that law school is now in my mind, and that there is a very small chance that I will have drastically changed the direction that I'm headed by the end of the semester.
Wow. Okay. I'm sure there's two bazillion more things that I could talk about right now. Unfortunately, I have procrastinated for far too long now. So that has to be the end. I will try to be more consistent now. We'll see how that goes.
Oh P.S. Willard survived 3 weeks on his own! Imari left him in the bathtub with lots of water and crackers and somehow he pulled through. I'm a little embarrassed to say how happy I was to learn he was still alive. We were pretty sure Christmas break would be the death of him (literally). He is such a trooper!
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