W-w-w-w-wonder

My poor little porch flower was lying on its side when I got home. It had fallen from the railing and landed on the brick steps below. A lot of the soil had spilled out, and oddly enough, the plant didn't seem to receive any of the rain from the storm that had blown it over. Seeing the helpless little plant penetrated something in me that this morning's depressing headlines didn't seem to do. I have no idea why it was so sad, but I gently tucked it back into its pot and gave it some water. The little thing has been babied, but the leaves are still turning a distressed shade of yellow.

Today marks the year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I remember watching the devastation from afar, and I have such admiration for all of the individuals who have risen above the destruction.

I'm opting out of SAI Blackbird night and looking forward to attempting a bit of decorating instead. I have rush events every other night this week, but sometimes a girl just needs a night to just relax. The girls are hosting a faculty breakfast at 8:00 tomorrow, and I'm bringing biscuits. Tomorrow should be a good day filled with plenty of opportunity for accomplishment. I'm feeling very on top of things today.

This made me laugh. Woman crashes car while giving dog driving lesson.

So long

Classes started last Monday, and I'm still getting into the swing of things. My schedule is pretty lax as far as hours go, but I'm taking three classes that don't apply to my major. This means discarding staff paper to write current events. It's the first time that I haven't had a major music therapy course. Three of my classes are outside of Porter, which has never happened in one semester. I have to write book researches, lecture papers, and participate in discussion groups. It has been two years since I have been in classes like these, so I might end up welcoming the change.

I keep hearing my peers and professors talk about plans for the Spring semester. It is so weird to know that while I may attend the John Williams concert, I won't be on stage participating. When my sisters host various events in Spring, I will no longer be a part of the planning. I know I will adjust, but it's hard to imagine life without school, especially while still in Milledgeville. I miss the Jessicas and my music therapy internship girls. They're already in the place that I can only anticipate.

The new apartment is still a mess, but I'm not in an incredible hurry to sort through everything. There's no problem with taking time to unpack.

I'm off to conducting, then looking forward to a much-needed nap.

Victor, this update has been for you. Thanks for reminding me. I promise to try harder next time.

Seven film-coated tablets

I'm listening to thunder and looking longingly at my bed. It's so easy to be lazy on cloudy days. At the same time, there are so many things I need to tackle in my room. My closet has been a disaster since we moved here. I came home from school and literally dumped my clothes in the bottom of my closet. I don't remember why. Many of them are still there, mingled with random articles that were never unpacked. It's hard to determine what I want to take with me and what gets left behind. I could probably take half of my clothes to Goodwill.

Planning continues. That's all for now. I'm out of white grape peach juice.