Let Us Pause in Life's Pleasures to Count it's Many Tears

Things have not been going my way lately. I applied to a couple universities and then received letters that did not give me good news. It's not that I didn't get in but that I have to give them more information. That's not even bad but I realized after getting those letters and paying quite a bit of money that I am missing one class for every program that I've applied for so far. It might not even be a problem but it's that fact that it may be a problem that is the problem. What a mouth full!

I think I might just have to go to Augustana like my parents told me to when I was 17 years old and trying figure out where to go for school. (*Note to self, 17 year olds cannot make rational decisions about school or anything for that matter.) So, I have a least three more years of university. That's not so bad, right? I'm not sure at this point but on the bright side, I will have two more degrees plus my BA after these next three years. That's pretty impressive.

*This is me with my head in my hands and the weight of the world on my shoulders. Kidding! It's actually me and two of my coworkers during the passion play last summer. We were the apostles that fell asleep when Jesus was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane. This is however an accurate depiction of what I feel like right now.


The other problem is that my professors seem to not have gotten the memo that tells them that everyone that goes to university is an adult (or at least an adult in age if not in intellectual capacity). You ask why I say this? I will tell you or at least ask you a question about my previous statement. When someone tells me that a choir tour is from March 8-9th, does automatically make you think, "Oh, that means it actually means that we will be coming back on the 11th. I like sleeping at crazy people's houses. (aka billets)" No freaking way does that mean that to me. I have a life and stuff to do on the weekend. It's bad enough I have to miss two days of school, reschedule two midterms and miss going to the gym. Seriously!

Whatever, next week will be awful but all I can say is whatever.