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Mirenda Alexander
January 15, 2006
2:54 PM
Today I am worn out and I have to write an Essay, read notes, start my research for Shakespeare class, buy my books, and go to work. Already I am worn out even though it is only the beginning of the semester! Every day I must pray for the strength to keep on even when I do not feel like I can take another step.
I stayed up too late the past two nights, the first because I could not sleep, the second because a dear friend of mine, one who I have known since I was two stopped over at our house en-route to their home. We only had that night to spend catching up together, because early this morning they had to leave to their other commitments. They live far away from us now, and I cherish the rare moments we are allowed to see each other. I remember when we were small children who lived across the street from one another in Goose Creek, S.C. near Charleston.
Those days are precious memories, that I will always hold dear. I went to church today, the first time since Christmas morning, and it was very good. I did not care for the sermon, but the fellowship with the saints makes it worthwhile. Work, and sickness have kept me away these past Sundays, and somehow I feel drained when I have been gone for so long. I hope I can afford my schoolbooks again this semester, and already I need them, because I feel like I am already behind in my classes. I hate that feeling! I want to do well, and to learn as much a possible… though I feel stretched, like “butter scraped over too much bread” as Bilbo Baggins would say.
January 15, 2006
2:54 PM
Today I am worn out and I have to write an Essay, read notes, start my research for Shakespeare class, buy my books, and go to work. Already I am worn out even though it is only the beginning of the semester! Every day I must pray for the strength to keep on even when I do not feel like I can take another step.
I stayed up too late the past two nights, the first because I could not sleep, the second because a dear friend of mine, one who I have known since I was two stopped over at our house en-route to their home. We only had that night to spend catching up together, because early this morning they had to leave to their other commitments. They live far away from us now, and I cherish the rare moments we are allowed to see each other. I remember when we were small children who lived across the street from one another in Goose Creek, S.C. near Charleston.
Those days are precious memories, that I will always hold dear. I went to church today, the first time since Christmas morning, and it was very good. I did not care for the sermon, but the fellowship with the saints makes it worthwhile. Work, and sickness have kept me away these past Sundays, and somehow I feel drained when I have been gone for so long. I hope I can afford my schoolbooks again this semester, and already I need them, because I feel like I am already behind in my classes. I hate that feeling! I want to do well, and to learn as much a possible… though I feel stretched, like “butter scraped over too much bread” as Bilbo Baggins would say.