Today in two separate classes my professors asked that we go around the room, say our name, and tell people something interesting about ourselves. What kind of question is that? I said that I can touch my elbows behind my back. I am totally uninteresting. What does being interesting even mean? What qualifies something as being interesting? This is what I will think about while I cannot sleep tonight.
I went on vacation for ten glorious days. It was splendid. While I was away, the second annual Life Day came and went. It was on August 17th and if you remember what you were doing that day I hope it involved being extra grateful for life. August 17th is the day my grandpa died, as well as the day I was planning to kill myself. So, on that day, I like to acknowledge that I miss my grandpa and that life is cool.
My first day of fall classes is tomorrow. I am nervous and excited. I love the jitters that come with the first day of classes. New books, new pens, new professors, new knowledge. I am looking forward to it. But, what if I don’t make friends! I’m not there to make friends, this is REALLY SERIOUS.