I discovered many little backroads on my weekend drive that made me think of days past. I didn't realize just how many sleepy little towns and open pastures still exist in rural Georgia. It was a breath of fresh air to roll through communities where the only visible signs of civilization were a church and post office. I know that sounds crazy, and I'm not saying I want to live completely in the middle of nowhere. I still want access to modern conveniences, but I want my kids to know and appreciate simplicity as well. On the other hand, I realize that most teenagers will resent growing up in such an environment. Ah well. It's not something I have to worry about for quite some time yet, and I'm just as likely to land a job smack in the middle of Atlanta as anywhere.
I have to graduate first. Graduation means passing anatomy. Anatomy is impossible during a summer session. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm only on the second day of class and ready to burst into tears. We have to be able to label the bones of the skeleton, the muscles of the face and what they control, and the external anatomy of the skull in less than forty-eight hours. I counted the terms and stalled at 107. The worst part is that there will only be ten questions on the "quiz." I also have my first lecture exam on Thursday. Rough. No life from this point on.
Being home for three weeks in June is looking better and better.
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