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Every week I sit in virtually the same spot at church. For the past few weeks, perhaps a month, I’ve noticed an older lady that sits two seats over to my left. I wonder what her story is. She comes by herself and leaves by herself, as do I. I never see her talking to anyone, and there is always an empty chair on either side of her. I never noticed her before, and I’ve been sitting in the same row since I can remember. I wonder what her story is-where she’s from, who she is, what she does...I wonder why she comes by herself, and where she goes after she leaves. Three weeks ago, we introduced ourselves, two weeks ago we conversed mildly, and after the service this week, she said she was going to need to find a quieter spot, because there were kids in front of us whom the parents did nothing to control. I hope that she doesn’t...I don’t know why...
Classes started. I think this is going to be a good semester. I remember writing after the first few classes of the Fall 2005 semester (the last semester I went, as I took the spring off) that I felt like I didn’t belong--that I went into the classes and I just felt out of place. I don’t know exactly what brought about that feeling, but I know that it never really ceased or even really diminished. This time around, it’s not there. Somehow, amidst all of the atrocities that seemed to have flooded my life, I’ve begun to find my place. I still don’t know what I’m going to do with my life, but the thought of that doesn’t throw me in circles anymore. There really isn’t a purpose in worrying anymore, because I’m pretty set for the next couple years, at least as school is concerned. I’m getting my undergrad done, and then I’ll get my masters, after which the doctorate will come. I don’t know what in, but I still have awhile to figure that out. I’m thinking seriously about going to New Jersey for my masters, though, Rutgers, and then to England for the doctorate at Oxford. Of course, that’s if everything works out as planned, which has yet to work out for me.
Its two and a half weeks away from my twenty-first birthday. Twenty-one. I felt old when I turned twenty, and now a year has passed in what has felt like a month. Time passes by so quickly. As this rate, I’ll be forty in two years...
Classes started. I think this is going to be a good semester. I remember writing after the first few classes of the Fall 2005 semester (the last semester I went, as I took the spring off) that I felt like I didn’t belong--that I went into the classes and I just felt out of place. I don’t know exactly what brought about that feeling, but I know that it never really ceased or even really diminished. This time around, it’s not there. Somehow, amidst all of the atrocities that seemed to have flooded my life, I’ve begun to find my place. I still don’t know what I’m going to do with my life, but the thought of that doesn’t throw me in circles anymore. There really isn’t a purpose in worrying anymore, because I’m pretty set for the next couple years, at least as school is concerned. I’m getting my undergrad done, and then I’ll get my masters, after which the doctorate will come. I don’t know what in, but I still have awhile to figure that out. I’m thinking seriously about going to New Jersey for my masters, though, Rutgers, and then to England for the doctorate at Oxford. Of course, that’s if everything works out as planned, which has yet to work out for me.
Its two and a half weeks away from my twenty-first birthday. Twenty-one. I felt old when I turned twenty, and now a year has passed in what has felt like a month. Time passes by so quickly. As this rate, I’ll be forty in two years...