School o_O

Oh dear God.

First, let me just say that for the few people that do keep up with my boring life through this blog, I apologize for not posting anything worthy of your attention. Actually, I’m sorry for not posting anything at all in a very long time. Life kind of took on this “hectic but still boring” turn and I found myself trying to just spend time with my family and breath before school started. Since I was off doing that, and pretty much ignoring my blog, I apologize for being such a crappy blogger. I promise to be more consistent. Forgiven?? Greeeeeaaaaaaat!

Moving on....

Last semester was a cake walk. I got lucky. I had some pretty basic and simple courses, and even though some of the stuff was challenging I passed with really great grades! But now...not so much. Now that I’m in my second semester, two of my classes are still the same ( I couldn’t stay with my regular math teacher though :-( )but my other two are already causing me anxiety. I have to take them, because I might as well get the crappy ones out of the way first. But seriously, I hate them. And it’s only the first week. Public Speaking (which gives me panic attacks) and Freshman College English (which apparently is just an excuse for an instructor to make you write essays and then insult your grammar usage/scold you). Not only do I already hate the class outline for both of these, but their “rules” really suck. And for someone who has a lot on their plate already, they’re really just causing chaos in my life (and not the good kind). But, I have to take them. Meh. And I am so not prepared like I was last semester. I had all of my books, notebooks, and pens for each class. I was ahead of the game. This time, I still don’t have my books for English and my homework is due on Sunday. Cuttin it kind of close, huh? So, I guess what I’m trying to say is: wish me luck and say a little prayer for me will ya?? 

Wordless Wednesday

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Back To Reality

I got my vacation. The only crappy part was having to come back. We weren’t really there to go check out neat places, so you won’t see any pictures of museums or an amusement park. We went to go see our family. To get away from Texas, and visit my husband’s hometown (my home away from home). I’m so thankful that we got the chance to see everyone, and I’m so heartbroken that we couldn’t stay longer forever.

To me, this place holds a special place in my heart. It was a major contributor in my growing up. In becoming independent and responsible (somewhat). And as much as I love Texas, I’ve always felt like one day, I’d go back and make my home there. And visiting only reassured that feeling. It felt so familiar and natural. And while we were there, I did miss my home and my family. But by home, I just mean our things. Our bed, our cars, and our things. I kept trying to imagine what it would be like if when we moved back. How much I’d miss my mom and dad. My brother, and my “sisters”. But, at the same time, I felt like I was at home. Not the place where I grew up, but the place where we were meant to start our lives. Separate from everyone else.

But, we aren’t rushing anything. We aren’t packing up and moving back, even though sometimes I wish we could. My husband and I agreed that I would finish school, we’d pay off our debt here, and build up our savings. In a year or two (maybe three), we’ll see where we’re at, and re-evaluate our situation. We both feel like this is the best way to go about this. So now, I’m just focused on school (which starts tomorrow).