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So I woke up before the sun this morning to get to the gym before class before volunteering at the center before work. Then I go to class to find out that my teacher has sprained her hamstring playing tennis, so the 2 1/2 hour class turned into 30 minutes, meaning I could have slept in, then gone to the gym in the time between the very short class and my volunteer hours. Instead I rode my bike home, I guess that's the plus of living so close to campus, if is were still at the reserve I would have probably spent the two hours at Starbucks or the library or something.
Life has been pretty decent lately.
I turned 20. I'm no longer an adolescent teen. My Mom and Jeremy came up to visit me for the weekend and she proceeded to "accidentally" break all of my precious belongings.
Classes have been good. I wrote a memoir which I'm pretty proud of. Most of the work I do is writing papers or reading shitty philosophical theories by old men who had nothing better to do than make shit up.
Valentine's Day is Saturday and I'm pretty excited that Steve and I are actually going to be in the same city for it this year.
But alas, my time is up and I need to head back to campus for my office hours at the Center.
Life has been pretty decent lately.
I turned 20. I'm no longer an adolescent teen. My Mom and Jeremy came up to visit me for the weekend and she proceeded to "accidentally" break all of my precious belongings.
Classes have been good. I wrote a memoir which I'm pretty proud of. Most of the work I do is writing papers or reading shitty philosophical theories by old men who had nothing better to do than make shit up.
Valentine's Day is Saturday and I'm pretty excited that Steve and I are actually going to be in the same city for it this year.
But alas, my time is up and I need to head back to campus for my office hours at the Center.