Its Always Better When We're Together

I'm not really sure why I'm awake right now. It is currently 5:23 AM, meaning that I have slept roughly three hours on this beautiful monday morning. My initial late-ness to bed was SORT of due to my complete inability to remember that I am doing laundry. At this point, I am almost convinced I should be diagnosed for ADD, it really is becoming quite ridiculous. Over the course of my entire evening, I started my laundry, then forgot about it, then remembered it but didn't go check it, then forgot, then....the cycle continues, culminating in my bold entrance into the laundry room at 2:30 AM. The only thing that sucks worse than that is the guy who had three textbooks surrounding him in the laundry room as he waited for his clothes to dry; its hot, stuffy, and loud in the laundry room, find a better place to study good sir. That, of course, is not the only reason, but it is the most frustrating.

I have no desire to go to class this week. My workload last week was brutal (yes, thank you Furman. I would love a test/paper due every single day of the week.) Therefore, I am completely burnt out. I look at my load of reading that I do and think to myself, "fall break, three days away." Then I find better things to do. That reminds me, I am truly excited about my fall break plans. Funny how things change, two weeks ago I scoffed at the idea of going home for fall break; I'm not sure why, but for some reason I equated this with being a loser. I wanted to go somewhere else, do something new and crazy (as if I haven't done enough new and crazy things lately. At least my life is never boring) However, these past few days have shown me something very important about myself: I am tired. I am tired of sleeping in a bed thats not mine, I'm tired of a communal life situation (though I love my roomates/hall-mates). I'm tired of, quite literally, being in the Furman bubble all the time and not really knowing what is going on in the real world. I've taken to reading the news online every morning just so I don't feel so isolated from society. So...my decision was made completely on a whim, as all my decisions are. I decided what I wanted, then made it happen. This entailed calling my sister, relaying my desire to sleep in her bed for four days, receiving a "HECK YA!" in response (not really, my sister doesn't use that expression) and now I cannot wait. For four days, I am going to get to hang with my favorite person in the entire world, plus see the friends that are going to be home, and I CANNOT wait. These next couple of days cannot go fast enough. Wednesday, you are wanted!

One more thing that I just thought of. I have been contemplating this entity that is college, and how it has changed me, even in the few months that I've been here. As I examine the person I am right now, I realize that it is one that is very different from the (in many ways) wide eyed girl that stepped into haynesworth 100 only a few weeks ago. I have changed a little bit since I got here, I think. I'm re-evaluating a lot of the things I thought I had completely figured out; in many ways it seems as though my rose colored glasses have been shed, and I can see the real world. I've finally left behind many of the perceptions placed on me by my upbringing and the environment I was put in; I think I'm growing up. When I consider the direction Rachel Glasser is headed, it is one that is filled with sudden uncertainty. I no longer know exactly where I'm headed, or the things I want to do. All I know is a basic outline, and I'm letting God fill the rest in. I must say, this new me is not one that I would have predicted, but I like her.