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it's been quite some time since i last wrote here. time seems to go by so fast nowadays. i never write because i never know what to say. nothing ever seems to just comes to mind that transfers so easily to paper. or in this case a screen. i guess my thoughts arent very linear, which is probably the reason im such a bad story teller. i always forget parts and jump around hoping that by the end it will make some sort of sense to the person.
i just graduated from college, and i am yet again sitting behind a desk at 8 in the morning with the 50 other people in my class who want nothing more than to be in their warm bed as opposed to the freezing classroom. I already finished one summer session. I took a speech class, which was actually a communications class, and the only thing i learned was that I had something in common with every single person in the room. It didnt matter if they had an alcoholic parent, been abused by parents or husbands(or both), been in foster homes, been in prison, etc. It was really strange for me to be in a room of people where the average age was probably around 28, and having people ask me questions like i would automatically know the answer. i felt comfortable in the class, yet didnt really feel like i belonged. Maybe it comes in time, and its just adjusting to a new school that feels so strange. now im in the second session, taking cultural anthropology. some of its interesting, some not so much. she keeps mentioning the hopi, i swear they will haunt me forever. we have to do a presentation so im thinking ill do my fourth and hopefully final presentation of the hopi indians. i know most people have never heard of them so i think it will be appropriate for the class.
im getting sick. my heads starting to hurt pretty badly. i think ill take some more ibuprofen. at some point i need to get a full night of sleep without any interruption from the dog. shes adorable, but annoying as hell from about 4-6 am.
i just graduated from college, and i am yet again sitting behind a desk at 8 in the morning with the 50 other people in my class who want nothing more than to be in their warm bed as opposed to the freezing classroom. I already finished one summer session. I took a speech class, which was actually a communications class, and the only thing i learned was that I had something in common with every single person in the room. It didnt matter if they had an alcoholic parent, been abused by parents or husbands(or both), been in foster homes, been in prison, etc. It was really strange for me to be in a room of people where the average age was probably around 28, and having people ask me questions like i would automatically know the answer. i felt comfortable in the class, yet didnt really feel like i belonged. Maybe it comes in time, and its just adjusting to a new school that feels so strange. now im in the second session, taking cultural anthropology. some of its interesting, some not so much. she keeps mentioning the hopi, i swear they will haunt me forever. we have to do a presentation so im thinking ill do my fourth and hopefully final presentation of the hopi indians. i know most people have never heard of them so i think it will be appropriate for the class.
im getting sick. my heads starting to hurt pretty badly. i think ill take some more ibuprofen. at some point i need to get a full night of sleep without any interruption from the dog. shes adorable, but annoying as hell from about 4-6 am.