Spring break is almost here. This is the home stretch this week.
So, two months and one day short of a week later and I'm finally getting around to updating my journal again. Wow.
Just finished my sociology class final today, and, man, was it a doozy. Ugh. So glad that's over and done with. The whole test was short answer and essay. No fill in the blanks or multiple choice questions in sight. Now that the class is all said and done, I can say for certain that I have absolutely no desire to become a teacher. One, I'm not really that good with kids, and, two, I would be stressed out to the max if I were given the responsibility of cultivating and nurturing the young minds of the future. Thank you, no. I'm still trying to figure out my own mind as it is.
Anyways, I think I should listen to my 30 Seconds to Mars playlist more often when I go to sleep if doing so makes me dream of Jared like I did last night. Of course, it wasn't exactly the best dream ever, despite having Jared in it; but, hey, at least he was in it. And just let me say now that I would willingly take another teacher-oriented sociology class if Jared was also enrolled in the class. Whatever the class was in my dream, though, Jared and I were both taking it. He was younger than he is now, and no one else aside from me knew who he was. I didn't even recognize him at first because the teacher - whoever he was - was busy lecturing and I was trying to pay attention to whatever it was that he was talking about. Needless to say, however, I was easily distracted once I spotted Jared sitting two seats up and to the left from my own desk. Then there was a break, but Jared got up and left before I could get his attention.
In the meanwhile, I pulled out a 30STM CD from my backpack - which is odd since I don't actually have any CDs of the band's music, just iTunes MP4s, and I didn't even recognize the cover of the CD that I had in the dream - and was showing it to my classmate, Ivy, who was sitting next to me, trying to get her to realize who was in class with us. She had no idea who Jared was, though; and by the time he came back from the bathroom, or wherever it was that he had gone, the instructor had already given us a writing assignment to start working on, so I still didn't get a chance to talk to him. Cue much dream!frustration.
I did somehow manage to catch Jared's eye for a moment, though, and I held up the CD for him to see and pointed to it. He gave me a quick smile, but didn't say anything - probably because we were both supposed to be writing - but I think he got the point that I knew who he was, even if the rest of the class was somehow oblivious to him.
His smile was more of a please-don't-make-a-scene-right-here tight-lipped smile, though, combined with something like a sheepish oh-dear-you've-found-me-out kind of look. Not exactly your typical Jared expression, to be sure. And I was getting this almost high schooler-ish type vibe from him and not the comfortably self-assured, adult vibe that I generally associate with him. Not that Jared acts anything like a dour, stick-in-the-mud adult, because he doesn't, but there's just a marked difference between how a teenager acts and carries himself and then how an actual adult male acts and carries himself.
And then I woke up. *sighs* Not a very satisfying ending to a dream, that's for sure.
Just finished my sociology class final today, and, man, was it a doozy. Ugh. So glad that's over and done with. The whole test was short answer and essay. No fill in the blanks or multiple choice questions in sight. Now that the class is all said and done, I can say for certain that I have absolutely no desire to become a teacher. One, I'm not really that good with kids, and, two, I would be stressed out to the max if I were given the responsibility of cultivating and nurturing the young minds of the future. Thank you, no. I'm still trying to figure out my own mind as it is.
Anyways, I think I should listen to my 30 Seconds to Mars playlist more often when I go to sleep if doing so makes me dream of Jared like I did last night. Of course, it wasn't exactly the best dream ever, despite having Jared in it; but, hey, at least he was in it. And just let me say now that I would willingly take another teacher-oriented sociology class if Jared was also enrolled in the class. Whatever the class was in my dream, though, Jared and I were both taking it. He was younger than he is now, and no one else aside from me knew who he was. I didn't even recognize him at first because the teacher - whoever he was - was busy lecturing and I was trying to pay attention to whatever it was that he was talking about. Needless to say, however, I was easily distracted once I spotted Jared sitting two seats up and to the left from my own desk. Then there was a break, but Jared got up and left before I could get his attention.
In the meanwhile, I pulled out a 30STM CD from my backpack - which is odd since I don't actually have any CDs of the band's music, just iTunes MP4s, and I didn't even recognize the cover of the CD that I had in the dream - and was showing it to my classmate, Ivy, who was sitting next to me, trying to get her to realize who was in class with us. She had no idea who Jared was, though; and by the time he came back from the bathroom, or wherever it was that he had gone, the instructor had already given us a writing assignment to start working on, so I still didn't get a chance to talk to him. Cue much dream!frustration.
I did somehow manage to catch Jared's eye for a moment, though, and I held up the CD for him to see and pointed to it. He gave me a quick smile, but didn't say anything - probably because we were both supposed to be writing - but I think he got the point that I knew who he was, even if the rest of the class was somehow oblivious to him.
His smile was more of a please-don't-make-a-scene-right-here tight-lipped smile, though, combined with something like a sheepish oh-dear-you've-found-me-out kind of look. Not exactly your typical Jared expression, to be sure. And I was getting this almost high schooler-ish type vibe from him and not the comfortably self-assured, adult vibe that I generally associate with him. Not that Jared acts anything like a dour, stick-in-the-mud adult, because he doesn't, but there's just a marked difference between how a teenager acts and carries himself and then how an actual adult male acts and carries himself.
And then I woke up. *sighs* Not a very satisfying ending to a dream, that's for sure.