I talked to an old flame today. Just a few minutes, online, but it was enough to put me into a memory funk. It was an odd relationship from the start. We both knew it was finite since I was moving in 5 months, but it was intense. He just told me that I was his first. I had always felt kind of bad for being with him (he was just 16, I was almost 18) when I knew it was temporary, but this has added a new layer of guilt that wasn't there before.
During the Winter Olympics, the knitting community hosts the Knitting Olympics. There are only 3 rules: the project must be a challenge; you cannot start before the opening ceremonies and you must be finished by the closing ceremonies. 4 years ago was my first Olympics and my first sweater. It took me 3 days, so not enough of a challenge. This year, the sweater I chose was beautiful, but was too challenging and I missed the deadline by 6 hours. I look forward to the challenge next time; I’ve got 3 years to pick the perfect project!
I'm in the process of doing my pre-requesite classes so I can apply to the nursing program next year. This is my first time in college and I feel old and dumb and SO not cool. Not that I was ever cool in high school, but wow. I've decided that algebra is from the devil, compound inequalities were created as a torture device and organalles are impossible to remember. I'm sure that I'd get more accomplished if I stepped away from the computer, but the more problems I have understanding, the less I try. Not a good sign.
Nine years ago, this day, was epic. I can now understand how my grandparents felt about D-Day and my parents about Kennedy's assasination. I will always remember.It was my second day of training for a new job, when someone came to herd us into the large lunchroom. We crowded around giant tvs on the wall and watched as they recapped the first plane hit, and we watched the second hit in silent horror. Strangers sharing this most horrible of times, crying, sharing stories, waiting, praying. God Bless those we lost that day.
I have always been a fan of the drama shows that feel real but arent. Shows like Bones, CSI, NCIS and the like. I also really like the out-there but with a good plot shows like White Collar, Chuck, True Blood and Royal Pains. I do find it interesting, however, that the more I learn in my anatomy class, the more I am understanding the terms in the feel-real shows. Is it very pathetic that I get a little thrill when they say an anatomy term that I know I get excited? Yeah, I thought so.
I had my first anatomy and physiology exam today. I was confident that I knew the material pretty well but nervous because I hadn't taken a test like that since high school, in 1993. I didn't cram the night before. I figured that if I knew it I knew it. I got to class a few minutes early and thumbed through my notes for a few minutes, then got to it. I finished my test in half an hour, I thought it was too fast but I wasn't the only one finishing early. That's a good thing!