"I don't wanna waste another day"

A very large palmetto bug (giant cockroach for Joseph) just chased me across the floor. Literally. I was going to kill it when it started running toward me. I jumped out of the way, only to have it swerve in every direction I jumped. What kind of bug chases something 100 times its size? Here's a thought: If roaches are the only things that will survive nuclear war, are they ever really dead? Perhaps the smooshed ones regenerate when we're not looking.

I'm going home for a brief bit tomorrow. Dad starts his new job, and I hope things go well for him. Mom and I plan to have lunch on Wednesday, which will be nice. Anatomy starts Thursday, and I'm not looking forward to it. I know that I want to get it over with, but at present, I'm regretting signing up for summer session. I'm growing more anxious about helping with Oconee's bandcamp as the days pass. It is almost two months away, but I feel panic when I think of walking onto the marching field for the first time in four years. Do I even remember how to read a drill chart? Much less set drill. Wait. Do I know how to play the clarinet? Oh dear.

"...to Canaan's fair and happy land"

I was awaken this morning by sunshine streaming through my window. As I lay looking out at the world, raindrops began falling through the rays, creating a glistening shower. It was a happy way to wake up. The rest of the day was spent doing graduation stuff with the McGowans, lunching, visiting, etc. It was such a pretty day. Warm at times, but so nice and cheerful. I sat in the driveway earlier, wishing that I could go sit by the lake as in summers past. I love that it doesn't get dark until 9:00. I love that lawn mowers are still humming busily at 8:30. I love the way thunderstorms roll in.

Right now I'm longing for sleep, but afraid of what will happen when I wake up in the morning. I woke up with sharp stomach pain the past two mornings, and the thought that it might happen a third morning makes me want to avoid sleep altogether. Childish notion, I know.

There is a happy little frog singing his heart out over the thunder and rain. If only we could all be more like him. Singing joyfully even through the storm. My abnormal psychology final is rapidly approaching, and I'm beginning to wonder if I should be more nervous. A lot of information has been crammed in very quickly, and I hope it managed to stick. It is most definitely time for bed. Goodnight, world. Have a happy tomorrow.

There's a new day coming

Days are suddenly slower. I have class from 6:00-9:00 PM, which means that there is time during the day for laundry, cleaning, homework, cooking, or just sitting and watching the morning news. Abnormal Psychology is interesting so far. We have quizzes over every chapter, which pretty much translates to a quiz every day. The quizzes are easy for anyone who does the work, so he makes the final difficult in order to "catch people on the way out." I'm not terribly concerned. Most of the material so far has been covered in therapy classes. The hardest part of class right now is staying alert. Listening to abnormalities for three hours at a time makes me question my own sanity. We were discussing an article that talks about medication as forced restraint. People who refuse to take medication have it administered to them to reduce their threat to society. Those who do not comply are arrested.

I have a renewed interest in vocal lessons. Too bad I'm a college student who can't afford (or justify) the $50 professional fee. I sing during sessions all the time, but listening to choral pieces makes me want something that I can't quite put my finger on.

I suppose I should finish everything I need for internship applications. I just need to sit down and make myself fill out the applications. It's so simple, but yet so hard to do.

In news

The last America survivor of the Titanic died today at 99.

In further news, the "world's oldest person" turned 128 years old today. Amazing. How does one live to be so old? It convinces me of God's purpose, even though I have no idea what that purpose could be.

Not featured in today's news: I want to watch The Sound of Music.

Changes

I'm sitting here in my new room, staring at unpacked boxes and fighting back the tears that persist in coming. Tonight was senior farewell. I didn't expect it to be as emotional as it was. I knew that I would cry, but I didn't expect it to hit me with such force. We were saying goodbye to our graduates, Laura Lynch and Jessica Lucas.

Laura was the President of both MTS and SAI, and I served under her on both executive boards. Needless to say, I spent a great deal of time with her this year, and I came to admire her as a person and a leader. She is one of the kindest strongest people I know. I am thankful for her friendship, and I will miss her very much.

Jessica has become a best friend over the past year that we have lived together. There are friends who know you, but some friends just GET you. There are friends who are friends and friends who become family. Jessica is in the last category, and I can never thank her enough for what her friendship has meant to me. More than anything, I wanted to walk back into the old apartment to find my roomie watching the same Food Network program for the hundreth time. Or to stick in a random movie just because. I'm going to miss her so incredibly much, but I'm not afraid of losing contact. If we plan on being part of each other's weddings, we at least have to keep it up until then. ;-)

I love my girls.

Whew. Anyway. I'll try not to be so emotional. Just had to get that out. Today was the last day of classes. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see a semester come to an end. I wish life could stay the same minus classes, but then we would never grow. I'm still unpacking, which is monotonous, and I'm diligently working on final projects, but at least there's the knowledge that I can sleep late. I think I might grab a latte, a container of cool whip, and a good movie.

This is one of the moving out photos from this weekend. David helped haul the really heavy stuff.

P.S. If that last photo didn't give it away, my hair is temporarily red...