I wish I could say that I woke up this morning with a smile on my face; I wish I could say that I jumped out of bed on the right side. But then I would be lying and my mother told me to never tell a lie. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning. It all began at 5:30am when an alarm went off waking me from the best dream I’ve had since being here. I snuggled back down into my blankets and fell quickly asleep, only to be woken up ten minutes later by the same alarm. This happened every ten minutes or so until 6:50am, when I decided to just get up out of bed and take a shower. She didn’t get up for another twenty or thirty minutes. I hadn’t gone to bed until after midnight and had planned to sleep in since we didn’t have class until in the afternoon; that didn’t happen. My mood quickly reflected my attitude toward the alarm, and I sunk into an upset stupor.
Breakfast came and went without anything too exciting. I read over a couple emails, trying to ignore everyone in the general vicinity and change my attitude. I sauntered down to my room, put in my headphones, and listened to The Cure while writing letters. The Cure, as always, was just the ticket to ‘curing’ my sour mood. I finished the letters, gathered my belongings, and skipped up the stairs to my favorite study room. I had all intentions of studying for my Old Testament final for the next three hours or so, but one of my best friends happened to be on Gmail chat. The next few hours were devoted to talking to him, listening to music, and relaxing. It wasn’t until after lunch that I tried to study at all. Kymberly asked me a few questions from the study guide, and I read through it once or twice. But my heart just wasn’t in it. The test began at two o’clock in the afternoon. I was done forty minutes later, satisfied and confident. An hour later, we assembled to grade our exams. Missing three points on the first page unsettled my confidence slightly, but as pages flew by where I missed none, my confidence was reignited and my heartbeat calmed. I lost nine points total on the exam, leaving me with a 91, an A-. Now how many people do you know that can pull that kind of a grade on an Old Testament final after studying for twenty minutes or so? I was elated.
After sitting through the final two hours of Bashir Bashir for the rest of my life and eating a light dinner, I met up with Sister Kim Chadwick to cut her hair. It started off roughly. The trimming shears were dull; we couldn’t find any other scissors. Eventually, a light bulb flickered on in her mind and she shared a brilliant idea with me. Rather than using scissors, why not try and use a buzzer? This we did. And guess what? I succeeded. She looks amazing and she couldn’t be happier. It was nice to be able to spend a little time with her, getting to know her a little better. We may be identical twins in personality, but that doesn’t mean we automatically know everything about one another! She reminds me a lot of my mom, actually. I really enjoyed talking to her tonight. And she paid me in popcorn and coke! Life couldn’t get any better!
I spent the evening in my favorite study room talking with Andrew Null and reading for New Testament. It was a really good night, and I really enjoyed talking to him. I have never sat down and had a full conversation with him before. Sure, we have joked around here and there and gone out into the city together a few times, but we have never just sat down and talked. It was a nice change. There are so many great people here. I will never be able to get to know them all personally, but those I do will become a part of who I am. This program has given me such a great opportunity to meet new people and to expand my horizons. These are friendships that will last; I have no doubt about that.
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