My college has a gym that is free for students. We swipe our IDs when we enter, then we can exchange our ID temporarily for a key to a locker, or for equipment for different things in the gym. Usually, I get a locker and then go to the ellipticals, or maybe the track.
My brother drove up to visit me this weekend. This is because my dorm forced me to buy a meal plan and I have alot of extra meals and money that can only be used on campus before the end of the semester, and I need help using it up. So he drove up. Unfortunately the county was under a tornado and flood watch the whole time, but we still had fun. One thing I wanted to do while he was here was play racquetball. I have never played, but I know that Dustin does, and I know that the gym has courts. So I called and reserved a court for Friday evening.
First of all, when I get there, it costs ten dollars to get a guest pass on the day they arrive. I voiced my opinion that such a thing was ridiculous. Why didn't I get any free tickets? At Dustin's school, guests were free. Ten dollars? Oh well, we give in. We go and claim the court, but the desk doesn't have any extra rackets. They say wait until the hour, when people usually exchange racquets. We walk around, we look in all 7 courts at the racquets, and we watch people as they leave. Most people have their own racquets, and we calculate that if the school owns any racquets, it must be the two bright yellow ones belonging to the people on court 1, leaving us to conclude that for six courts, the gym owns two racquets. Ridiculous. So, 15 minutes into our reservation, the yellow racquets are returned, and we go play racquetball.
Racquetball is like tennis, only not on an open court. Tennis involves only a court. Racquetball has four walls and a ceiling. It's very echo-y and difficult to hear, but very fun. Dustin, of course, beat me easily, but I was still learning and getting the hang of how to hit the ball, the rules, and certain things like when to run forward, when to let it bounce, when to use the back wall, etc. I did better as time passed.
Now, the next day, we wanted to play again, and with Judy since she had expressed interest in the game. I considered buying a racquet at Walmart with Dustin earlier that day, but we decided to save money and continued on our adventures in the dark, cloudy day. We went to little shopping stores, looked around, and just killed time. We called to reserve a court at four, but they were full, so we reserved one at five. At five we walked to the gym. This time, Dustin brought his own racket. The weather was still dark, cloudy, and windy. As we go to enter, I say that Dustin has a guest pass, because I was under the opinion they lasted a week, which was the only way I could jsutify in my mind having to pay ten dollars. No, I had to pay another ten dollars to get Dustin inside the gym. We decided to wait and be certain we could even get rackets first. Judy asked. They had none. We waited a few minutes, and saw two people returning the yellow rackets. Judy went, but not fast enough; two other girls claimed the yellow rackets.
Dustin and I were fairly positive that they only had two rackets, but I asked, where the woman assured me that I should wait, they owned at least ten rackets. I returned to my friends. Ten minutes later, I went back and asked. She asked the other girl at the desk, who said they only had two. I rolled my eyes. She apologized. I cancelled my reservation, frustrated, and exited the gym.
As we walked out, the rain began to fall, but lightly enough that it was bearable. I had brought an umbrella, but nobody else had, though Dustin and Judy decided to brave the weather. Ten feet into the rain, it began to pour, and they jumped back under the overhang. We waited, then began to walk again, only to have it pour again halfway through the journey. Dustin and Judy were soaked.
Back at my dorm, Dustin laughingly brought up something he said once over the summer, when work had gone terribly because the pool had been shut down, residents were acting up, the weather had gone bad, and basically Murphy's law had played out in full effect: "Today is a terrible, terrible day." As he had said it, we had burst into laughter at how so many things could go wrong in one day. When he said it again after the walk back from the gym, we laughed again.
Though I am still disappointed in the gym, I am glad that at least Dustin helped me to laugh it off. And I'm going to buy my own racket.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Observation Hours.
As any education major will tell you, a good amount of time each semester is spent volunteering in a classroom. The schedule is designed so that you always are in some class that requires between 10 and 15 hours doing some form of work with students. Sometimes, the teachers sign you out a bit early and cut you some slack. This semester, I happen to be in two such classes. For one of these classes, I spend my Tuesday afternoons in a middle school reading class. For the other, I was assigned--halfway through the semester--to a high school mathematics class. So, I decided to spend the next three fridays in this class to make sure I complete all the hours.
Now, somehow I had yet to volunteer in this school, even though it is a fairly well-known high school in these here parts. So, not knowing my way around the school, I left my room bright and early, early enough that I could get an iced coffee from McDonald's to assure that I was awake. Now, McDonald's iced coffees are addicting. Unfortunately, they have no real recipe, so the tastiness of the beverage is solely dependent on the maker of the drink. Sometimes you get a bitter barely flavored drink, other times you basically are drinking caramel milk (I always get caramel, though Leah prefers vanilla and Daniel hazelnut.) However, this morning the drink was made wonderfully, and I was quite content as I drove around the school to find the gravel lot where interns parked.
Now, trying to find the main office is the next big problem. Some schools have signs pointing visitors in all the right directions. Other schools just expect that everyone will obviously now where to go. In such cases, I don't like to ask the students, because I suspect that they will only lead me astray. I mistrust high school students, they don't seem like kind-hearted souls that would look out for my best interest. But being left with no choice, I asked a student with a bathroom pass where the main office was, and he escorted me there quite well. I suppose any detour from class was welcome to him. My opinion of students helping me find my way was forever changed, I now know that they are more than welcome to take me to my destination before accomplishing their own tasks. However, I also realize that this is not in the best interest of their educations, so I will try harder to never get lost on school campuses.
Eventually I found the teacher's room (314, which she cleverly decimaled into 3.14, like pi, those math nerds) and get settled in the back of the room with two other interns from my class that had been also assigned this teacher. We talked some, we took the Algebra I test with the class (I can still factor quadratics, what now?) We discussed the weather, as the sky was cloudy and suggested rain (Floridians can predict that weather) and when it would start. I then checked my cell phone, discovering that I had a text message from the college alert system, meant to tell us of criminals and dangers on campus. It warned me of dangerous weather, which the darkening skies and pouring rain only reinforced. I showed the text to my fellow interns. Then the principal came on the intercom and told nobody to leave for lunch, which would be extended needed, the students parked in the lowest parking lot immediately move their cars to higher ground, and that a tornado watch was in effect just south of us. All this on the day before their spring break.
The other two interns left at lunch, and I was escorted to the room where all the mathematics education teachers ate their lunch. Knowing that I might not be able to drive off for lunch, I had packed a granola bar, cheerios, carrots, and applesauce. Quite a fitting lunch. I sat in a chair and listened to the math teachers discuss their lives. I was given a brownie with the rest of them. I didn't participate much in conversation, but was very interested in what they said. I felt... oddly at home. I never realized how much teachers talk about students.
The bell rang. The weather was clearing and the next class started, but the electricity went out. On top of everything else that was happening, the power went out and the students were taking their test by cloudy skylight and the emergency light on the wall, rather unhappily. One student tried to sharpen his pencil, onyl to find that the electric sharpener was in no way working. Eventually everyone adjusted. Then the lights returned, shocking everyone. Then the lights went back out for another extended period of time. Then they returned The power just couldn't make up its mind. I took out Of Mice and Men and decided to pass the time reading since I had taken the test last period and now had nobody to whom to talk. It's a wonderful, though sad, book, which I suggest everyone read.
Then, I asked the teacher where the bathroom was, to which she gave me a key and directions. I entered the student bathroom, then used my key in the locked door to the left of the entrance, and gasped in amazement. The room had two cushioned chairs, a table with a tablecloth, a sink, and some sort of dresser. It was also very decorated. When I returned, I commented on my surprise, to which she replied, "Yes, we have our own bathroom. We prefer not to use the student's bathroom, lots of STDs going around," to which I sat in stunned silence.
I look forward to being a teacher.
Now, somehow I had yet to volunteer in this school, even though it is a fairly well-known high school in these here parts. So, not knowing my way around the school, I left my room bright and early, early enough that I could get an iced coffee from McDonald's to assure that I was awake. Now, McDonald's iced coffees are addicting. Unfortunately, they have no real recipe, so the tastiness of the beverage is solely dependent on the maker of the drink. Sometimes you get a bitter barely flavored drink, other times you basically are drinking caramel milk (I always get caramel, though Leah prefers vanilla and Daniel hazelnut.) However, this morning the drink was made wonderfully, and I was quite content as I drove around the school to find the gravel lot where interns parked.
Now, trying to find the main office is the next big problem. Some schools have signs pointing visitors in all the right directions. Other schools just expect that everyone will obviously now where to go. In such cases, I don't like to ask the students, because I suspect that they will only lead me astray. I mistrust high school students, they don't seem like kind-hearted souls that would look out for my best interest. But being left with no choice, I asked a student with a bathroom pass where the main office was, and he escorted me there quite well. I suppose any detour from class was welcome to him. My opinion of students helping me find my way was forever changed, I now know that they are more than welcome to take me to my destination before accomplishing their own tasks. However, I also realize that this is not in the best interest of their educations, so I will try harder to never get lost on school campuses.
Eventually I found the teacher's room (314, which she cleverly decimaled into 3.14, like pi, those math nerds) and get settled in the back of the room with two other interns from my class that had been also assigned this teacher. We talked some, we took the Algebra I test with the class (I can still factor quadratics, what now?) We discussed the weather, as the sky was cloudy and suggested rain (Floridians can predict that weather) and when it would start. I then checked my cell phone, discovering that I had a text message from the college alert system, meant to tell us of criminals and dangers on campus. It warned me of dangerous weather, which the darkening skies and pouring rain only reinforced. I showed the text to my fellow interns. Then the principal came on the intercom and told nobody to leave for lunch, which would be extended needed, the students parked in the lowest parking lot immediately move their cars to higher ground, and that a tornado watch was in effect just south of us. All this on the day before their spring break.
The other two interns left at lunch, and I was escorted to the room where all the mathematics education teachers ate their lunch. Knowing that I might not be able to drive off for lunch, I had packed a granola bar, cheerios, carrots, and applesauce. Quite a fitting lunch. I sat in a chair and listened to the math teachers discuss their lives. I was given a brownie with the rest of them. I didn't participate much in conversation, but was very interested in what they said. I felt... oddly at home. I never realized how much teachers talk about students.
The bell rang. The weather was clearing and the next class started, but the electricity went out. On top of everything else that was happening, the power went out and the students were taking their test by cloudy skylight and the emergency light on the wall, rather unhappily. One student tried to sharpen his pencil, onyl to find that the electric sharpener was in no way working. Eventually everyone adjusted. Then the lights returned, shocking everyone. Then the lights went back out for another extended period of time. Then they returned The power just couldn't make up its mind. I took out Of Mice and Men and decided to pass the time reading since I had taken the test last period and now had nobody to whom to talk. It's a wonderful, though sad, book, which I suggest everyone read.
Then, I asked the teacher where the bathroom was, to which she gave me a key and directions. I entered the student bathroom, then used my key in the locked door to the left of the entrance, and gasped in amazement. The room had two cushioned chairs, a table with a tablecloth, a sink, and some sort of dresser. It was also very decorated. When I returned, I commented on my surprise, to which she replied, "Yes, we have our own bathroom. We prefer not to use the student's bathroom, lots of STDs going around," to which I sat in stunned silence.
I look forward to being a teacher.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Car Rides.
I feel as though my life is full of nothing but constant driving. This actually may hold some truth. Last weekend I drove two hours to visit my sister. Before that was spring break, full of alot of driving all over the place. In an attempt to conceal my whereabouts, which is probably ridiculous because I'm pretty sure there are more than enough clues all over this blog, it's difficult for me to talk about driving without giving this away, but here we go.
So. I live four hours from home and two hours from my siblings. Four hours from friends at other colleges. Whenever I drive, though, there are many ways to pass the time. When I'm alone, I usually always play music from my iPod. Weather permitting, I roll the windows down, crank up the volume, and sing as loudly as my heart desires. While driving, I calculate how long it will be until I reach my destination, or at least the exit for whatever interstate I may be on at the moment. I do this by a long, roundabout equation. For example.
"I just passed mile marker 297. I need to get off at 237. That's 60 miles. I'm going 80 mph. 60/80 is 3/4. 3/4 of an hour is 75% is 45 minutes. I will get off my exit in 45 minutes. It's 5:30 now, so at 6:15 I'll be at the exit, and it's 20 minutes from that to campus. I'll be at campus at 6:35." I update this train of thought every 5 minutes or so, with the mile markers that are easily divisible by my current speed. Anything more than that and I don't feel like putting in the effort. I'm a promising math major.
I told this to Leah. Leah said, "When I drive, I think, I wonder what's in that town? I wonder what's in that town? to every exit I pass. And Google Maps told me when I'd be back." That sounded like another wonderful way to pass the time. Maybe one day Leah and I can take a car trip and actually stop at every exit. We will get to see what is in every town, which will always be the gas stations, fast food joints, and hotels that line the roads that are near the interstate ramps.
Speaking of car trips with other people and not alone, I occasionally am not alone in the car. Like on spring break, when it was Leah, Daniel, Daniel, and me. Now, these car rides are different. Usually it starts out with alot of excitement. There are epic conversations, suggestions for music, laughing, joking around, and a general good time. Then, the energy begins to die as the minutes pass. Leah and I begin to sing in harmony to different songs we choose. Eventually, though, all falls silent. Everyone is out of music to play or things to say. People sleep or begin to work independently on different things. This seems to happen on all group trips that last over an hour. Then we stop for dinner, after which everyone is alive for a little more. If not, as soon as we get near the destination, everyone stirs back to life, and little by little conversation returns as the passenger reads directions and the driver tries not to get into the exit only lane on accident.
Sometimes I don't take interstates. Sometimes alternative routes are those long two lane highways through the forests. These roads have a problem, which is that they have very infrequent bathroom breaks. Once I made the mistake of not realizing I had to go to the bathroom before I entered the forest. Near the end I was quite distressed, as there were no available locations. Likewise, a similar situation happened with passengers on the way to Atlanta. Forest roads are inconvenient.
I also dislike driving east in the morning and west in the evening, particularly when the sun is at the odd diagonal where it isn't blocked by the ceiling visor, but you can block it with the door frame if you tilt your head at an awkward angle. Or maybe it is blocked by the visor, but you have the visor down so low that you have very limited distance visiblity. It's quite a situation.
Sometimes I really enjoy just driving alone for hours. Sometimes I enjoy having friends with whom to sing. Driving always has this good feeling, once your on the road. I think what I really like is looking forward to the destination. Nothing feels quite as good as completing a long car ride and parking the car, whether you know that you've arrived somewhere for an adventure or you've just arrived home.
I'm glad for car trips.
So. I live four hours from home and two hours from my siblings. Four hours from friends at other colleges. Whenever I drive, though, there are many ways to pass the time. When I'm alone, I usually always play music from my iPod. Weather permitting, I roll the windows down, crank up the volume, and sing as loudly as my heart desires. While driving, I calculate how long it will be until I reach my destination, or at least the exit for whatever interstate I may be on at the moment. I do this by a long, roundabout equation. For example.
"I just passed mile marker 297. I need to get off at 237. That's 60 miles. I'm going 80 mph. 60/80 is 3/4. 3/4 of an hour is 75% is 45 minutes. I will get off my exit in 45 minutes. It's 5:30 now, so at 6:15 I'll be at the exit, and it's 20 minutes from that to campus. I'll be at campus at 6:35." I update this train of thought every 5 minutes or so, with the mile markers that are easily divisible by my current speed. Anything more than that and I don't feel like putting in the effort. I'm a promising math major.
I told this to Leah. Leah said, "When I drive, I think, I wonder what's in that town? I wonder what's in that town? to every exit I pass. And Google Maps told me when I'd be back." That sounded like another wonderful way to pass the time. Maybe one day Leah and I can take a car trip and actually stop at every exit. We will get to see what is in every town, which will always be the gas stations, fast food joints, and hotels that line the roads that are near the interstate ramps.
Speaking of car trips with other people and not alone, I occasionally am not alone in the car. Like on spring break, when it was Leah, Daniel, Daniel, and me. Now, these car rides are different. Usually it starts out with alot of excitement. There are epic conversations, suggestions for music, laughing, joking around, and a general good time. Then, the energy begins to die as the minutes pass. Leah and I begin to sing in harmony to different songs we choose. Eventually, though, all falls silent. Everyone is out of music to play or things to say. People sleep or begin to work independently on different things. This seems to happen on all group trips that last over an hour. Then we stop for dinner, after which everyone is alive for a little more. If not, as soon as we get near the destination, everyone stirs back to life, and little by little conversation returns as the passenger reads directions and the driver tries not to get into the exit only lane on accident.
Sometimes I don't take interstates. Sometimes alternative routes are those long two lane highways through the forests. These roads have a problem, which is that they have very infrequent bathroom breaks. Once I made the mistake of not realizing I had to go to the bathroom before I entered the forest. Near the end I was quite distressed, as there were no available locations. Likewise, a similar situation happened with passengers on the way to Atlanta. Forest roads are inconvenient.
I also dislike driving east in the morning and west in the evening, particularly when the sun is at the odd diagonal where it isn't blocked by the ceiling visor, but you can block it with the door frame if you tilt your head at an awkward angle. Or maybe it is blocked by the visor, but you have the visor down so low that you have very limited distance visiblity. It's quite a situation.
Sometimes I really enjoy just driving alone for hours. Sometimes I enjoy having friends with whom to sing. Driving always has this good feeling, once your on the road. I think what I really like is looking forward to the destination. Nothing feels quite as good as completing a long car ride and parking the car, whether you know that you've arrived somewhere for an adventure or you've just arrived home.
I'm glad for car trips.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
True story.
I sent this to McDonald's through their website yesterday. They replied, but I await further reply.
Title: Miss
First Name: Andrea
Last Name: Gill
Date: 03/24/2009 03:45 PM
Visit Type: In-Store
RestLandmark: In front of Walmart
Comment: Dear McDonald's reader:
Today, I attended McDonald's for dinner with two of my friends. I'm a college student, so money is tight, and I had a coupon for a free value meal and wished to use it. However, I have Crohn's disease, and my doctor told me to stay away from greasy foods. Knowing that McDonald's offered apple dippers as a side and that chicken nuggets are healthy enough, I figured I could order a number 10, ten piece nuggets, and get apple dippers instead of fries. Unfortunately, I was informed that I could not substitute apple dippers. It wasn't because of the coupon, it was because that was not an option for value meals.
I have to say that I was severely disappointed. Lately, the commercials I have seen for McDonald's have promoted an idea that McDonald's has healthy options, all white meat chicken, fruit and vegetable sides, and other options that would allow the customer to purchase a meal and not have to eat unhealthy. Instead, I found that I was forced to get a medium fry with my order, which I gave to my friends since I was unable to consume these without health risks.
I expressed my disappointment to the manager, but he said that it was the rule that apple dippers could not be substituted. I didn't understand, seeing as a medium fry costs over the price of apple dippers. As it is, I don't think I will be attending McDonald's. I know I am only one customer and make little difference to an international restaurant, but I cannot eat somewhere that won't allow me to make a reasonable substitution for the benefit of a chronic condition.
Sincerely,
Andrea Gill
____________________________________________________________________
McDonald's Customer Response Center
Title: Miss
First Name: Andrea
Last Name: Gill
Date: 03/24/2009 03:45 PM
Visit Type: In-Store
RestLandmark: In front of Walmart
Comment: Dear McDonald's reader:
Today, I attended McDonald's for dinner with two of my friends. I'm a college student, so money is tight, and I had a coupon for a free value meal and wished to use it. However, I have Crohn's disease, and my doctor told me to stay away from greasy foods. Knowing that McDonald's offered apple dippers as a side and that chicken nuggets are healthy enough, I figured I could order a number 10, ten piece nuggets, and get apple dippers instead of fries. Unfortunately, I was informed that I could not substitute apple dippers. It wasn't because of the coupon, it was because that was not an option for value meals.
I have to say that I was severely disappointed. Lately, the commercials I have seen for McDonald's have promoted an idea that McDonald's has healthy options, all white meat chicken, fruit and vegetable sides, and other options that would allow the customer to purchase a meal and not have to eat unhealthy. Instead, I found that I was forced to get a medium fry with my order, which I gave to my friends since I was unable to consume these without health risks.
I expressed my disappointment to the manager, but he said that it was the rule that apple dippers could not be substituted. I didn't understand, seeing as a medium fry costs over the price of apple dippers. As it is, I don't think I will be attending McDonald's. I know I am only one customer and make little difference to an international restaurant, but I cannot eat somewhere that won't allow me to make a reasonable substitution for the benefit of a chronic condition.
Sincerely,
Andrea Gill
____________________________________________________________________
Hello Andrea:
Thank you for taking the time to contact McDonald's Customer Service Center to bring your recent experience to our attention.
First, I hope you will accept my sincere apology for your disappointment in McDonald's. I can assure you that we want you to be completely satisfied every time you visit one of our restaurants.
Because most McDonald's restaurants are independently owned and operated, I have forwarded your comments to the franchise owner or local representative for follow up at the restaurant you visited in Tallahassee, Fl. Please be assured that your comments will be investigated and, if appropriate, corrective action will be taken.
Again, thank you for taking the time to contact McDonald's Customer Service Center and giving us the opportunity to address your concerns. Customer feedback is very important to us as it helps us improve.
McDonald's Customer Response Center
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Loneliness.
When we were in Atlanta, we played loaded questions. The questions ranged from fun (What's your favorite thing about Mary?) to more real (How lonely are you, on a scale of one to ten?) I bring up the loneliness question only because it is what I will talk about today.
I have ideas of fun blogs, of light-hearted facts about car rides, of the internet, of fun things on which I can put a twist in such a way that my friends reading this blog will hopefully at least smile. Today, however, today I don't have it in me to write these blogs.
How lonely am I on a scale of 1-10? I answered 5. The reason why is that I'm not always lonely. The problem with this question is that nobody, I think, is consistently lonely. I know I have friends, and when I am near them or around them my loneliness is at a 1, most certainly. But other times, other times when I feel isolated from everybody, when I feel tired, when I haven't talked to many people and I am sad, those days I'm a 10. At these times, I know that I'm not alone, and that I have friends and family. But it doesn't stop me from being sad and from feeling lonely.
A friend mentioned that after leaving on an extended trip, he returned and had forgotten that life would change while he was gone. Life wasn't waiting for him as he left it when he returned. Sometimes, though, I think life even changes around you when you haven't left, when you forget that people change regardless of where you are, and if you expected it or not. Sometimes I forget that people change and move on, that people meet new people, and that relationships grow and change and that it's not always for the worse. It's like watching the stars. Night by night you can't see that they're any different, but if you don't pay attention for six months and look back at the sky, you'll wonder where Sirius is and why Vega is now the brightest visible star.
I think I noticed over break that we had all changed some; our interactions and our understanding of each other was different than it had been last spring break. And it worried me, at first. I think I'm slightly terrified by the realization that life will keep changing and we will keep growing closer and apart over time, inevitably, whether I remain where I am or allow myself to grow with everyone else. However, as I look back over the past, I realize that I'm not sad with how my life has turned out. Maybe I'm a little more worried than necessary about something that has been happening for years. Maybe I should have a little faith that even though things are a little different, life has yet to leave me lonely and hopeless, even though sometimes I feel as though I'm a 10 on the loneliness scale. So I guess the only thing to do is to let life change and change me as it will.
And, for the time being, I can be thankful for where I am and what I have today.
Love, Andrea.
I have ideas of fun blogs, of light-hearted facts about car rides, of the internet, of fun things on which I can put a twist in such a way that my friends reading this blog will hopefully at least smile. Today, however, today I don't have it in me to write these blogs.
How lonely am I on a scale of 1-10? I answered 5. The reason why is that I'm not always lonely. The problem with this question is that nobody, I think, is consistently lonely. I know I have friends, and when I am near them or around them my loneliness is at a 1, most certainly. But other times, other times when I feel isolated from everybody, when I feel tired, when I haven't talked to many people and I am sad, those days I'm a 10. At these times, I know that I'm not alone, and that I have friends and family. But it doesn't stop me from being sad and from feeling lonely.
A friend mentioned that after leaving on an extended trip, he returned and had forgotten that life would change while he was gone. Life wasn't waiting for him as he left it when he returned. Sometimes, though, I think life even changes around you when you haven't left, when you forget that people change regardless of where you are, and if you expected it or not. Sometimes I forget that people change and move on, that people meet new people, and that relationships grow and change and that it's not always for the worse. It's like watching the stars. Night by night you can't see that they're any different, but if you don't pay attention for six months and look back at the sky, you'll wonder where Sirius is and why Vega is now the brightest visible star.
I think I noticed over break that we had all changed some; our interactions and our understanding of each other was different than it had been last spring break. And it worried me, at first. I think I'm slightly terrified by the realization that life will keep changing and we will keep growing closer and apart over time, inevitably, whether I remain where I am or allow myself to grow with everyone else. However, as I look back over the past, I realize that I'm not sad with how my life has turned out. Maybe I'm a little more worried than necessary about something that has been happening for years. Maybe I should have a little faith that even though things are a little different, life has yet to leave me lonely and hopeless, even though sometimes I feel as though I'm a 10 on the loneliness scale. So I guess the only thing to do is to let life change and change me as it will.
And, for the time being, I can be thankful for where I am and what I have today.
Love, Andrea.
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