I woke up and checked emails after taking a shower.
I read Stevenson on the bus through a foggy ride.
I practiced piano up until the moment when class began, where we were then lectured on the difference between intelligible and active bodies (blah, and this is the first teacher whom I’ve encountered…does not like me; not everyone is meant to like each other).
I received my first, vocalized compliment ever from an instructor concerning the nature of my contributions to his class, to which my ears were a bit startled for a moment (this guy is the nicest little old man on the planet!).
I had conversation with a young woman I met during the summer about how well she and her fiancé seem to be getting on here in town, with consideration for his success at finding a job finally.
I stood in line at financial aid to gain more information on the state of financial terror I live in (and of course, the news was…never mind).
I had a pensive, quiet bus ride home in the winter afternoon, watching the fields roll by in the cool distance from the sun.
I made conversation with the lady at the taqueria about how well they work under pressure since the place seems always to be jammed packed.
After eating lunch, I am now writing about the obliterating excitement that unfolds in my life, on a daily basis even; I hope everyone had their seatbelts on for that one (some interesting things are actually in store for the winter session however, stay tuned if you’re able).
After I finish watching Terminator: Salvation, I will get busy with preparing for the last week of my first quarter here; I have much to do.
When I was 17, I had no idea life would be like this when I got to this age.