Living the Dream

This post doesn't have to do with the extreme amount of sleep I recieved last night- which in total tally up to 10 when I think about it, but it does fit in well. My goal was to sleep in but not excessivly so I can still go to bed around 11:00 tonight in order to properly roll out of bed for work at 7:30AM Friday morning without a) smacking my thigh against the corner of the video cabinet leaving a bruise the size of Alaska and b) accidently pouring orange juice in my cereal bowl after milk was poured in. I have an aunt that can eat cereal with just plain orange juice, which seems alright, but the combo between the cow and the fruit wasn't that pleasant, even though I still ate half of it because guilt overwhelmed me if I would throw out the whole bowl.

Yesterday's presentations went well at the other high school. It strongly looks like this high school will probably absorb most of Elderton's students when the building closes down, which I predict in less than ten years from now. Numbers are starkingly low and someone in the end has got to give, but I'm not sure how it will all come about. I'm thankful to be graduated and out of Elderton when I did,the great teachers were still present, and the kids seem to be getting worse, but that doesn't bother me, especially when I was a 'super senior'.

As I was driviny back from the other high school, some of the questions I was asked by teachers came across my mind. One of those questions dealt with my future plans in the next 5 years. It was a "Where do you see yourself in five years?" but rather "Where do you want to go with you major?" Of course, there are lots of options and it's hard to pinpoint just one area where I want to go because I left the Lord decide where I am going to go- not me. It's hard not to give a solid answer like "I want to work at Apple" or "I want to work with my Uncle Joe Smoe". That is still a long ways off, and I hope they know I think about it on a day to day basis probably. I say 'proabably' because I have the tendancy to think about a lot in one day, haha.

Then I thought about the day when we moved my brother off to college. Sure, the unloading and loading of all this crap from the truck to the door, then the stairs, and then the room. *sigh* Sounds like my move-in days too! But I distinctly remember something that hasn't come to mind in years. I recall looking at the posters in the dorm halls calling out students to be a part of this or that, looking at the CA (community assistant) and envying his awesome job, and telling myself that I wanted an awesome college life. I was only a little sophomore in high school but I saw this next era and was filled with excitement on what is down the road. Sure, there are several struggles along the way, but this next segement of life seemed like a golden key, a dream I wanted to come true.

Then it dawned on me - I am living the dream, but haven't really noticed it until I came back home. My last semester was terrific - it was busy- but so rich and terrific. I had one of the best birthdays of my life, met some new friends that are amazing, worked as a Highland Ambassador, contiuned with my bowling team, have the sweetest job on campus of sitting at a table and being paid to do homework, being a part of the Creative Team for the Gathering, and learning how to lead a bible study, along with spiritual growth and new oppritunities being presented before me- what more could a dreamer ask for? I must be honest, and this is not bashing, but when I was dating the Ex I was limited in a way, I traveled the two hours home every weekend my first semester and only started to actually stay on the weekends my second semester. When we broke up, I became free bird. Everything seemed to fall into place, I was going to follow the dream.

But now it's time to follow the holiday, which consists of some hardcore gift wrapping that needs done along with pilates, a shower, and errands. *sigh*. I thought this was called Vacation! lol.

Peace out peeps, and Merry Christmas to all!