Public Speaking and Water Balloons...now I know what will kill me...

I think my public speaking prof is trying to kill me.

We have a survey, a speech, a self-evaluation, and a mini-research paper due by the ninth of September. I had to buy the workbook today and just reordered my textbook for the class seeing as some random person in Florida jipped me out of one already.

Must file my reimbursment claim for that...

Ach...

Now to create a 2-minute speech about a shield and four things on it that describe me...holy crow...where to start...ach...

Oh...earlier today, during freshman seminar...we were put into gigantic groups and given water balloons filled with food coloring. Then we were told to heft them into the air so they smashed on the ground creating a sort of Jackson Pollock-like picture on the parking lot. We counted to three and away the balloons went...but one went astray, bounced off the light pole and hit me in the face, knocking off my glasses and also somehow hitting my collarbone as well. So here I am...dazed and wondering what the heck just happened and everyone's asking me if I'm okay...and all I can think of is "Where'd that rock come from?"

Seriously.

That balloon hurt.

A lot.

And I'm usually pretty pain-tolerant...

I've had to be...




But that's a whole different story...


*sigh*


Anyway...what was I saying?

Oh yes...the water balloon...

I find interesting that, even though I'm a lowly freshman who hasn't even lived here for a week, so many people noticed the incident and have asked if I'm okay. Yeah, one of them was my mentor and the fact that she was concerned meant a lot. But it was the fact that the senior student who I sit next to in choir asked and so did one of the guys who works in the offices here...people who barely know me...

Well the girl from choir sort of does...but the other has only seen me one other time so I'm surprised he recognized me. Not only did he ask if I was alright but he continued the conversation while inquiring how my classes have gone so far.

It was strange...having someone I've only met once show such concern and interest about what's going on in my life.

How odd, Abba...I'm used to people who only care about themselves and show little interest in the lifes of others. Sure, I know some people who are truly kind and caring and loving in all aspects of life. But most people that have walked through my life are very self-concerned. So to meet people who care about the little things going on in my life even though they barely know me astonishs me.

These people truly live with You, Abba...

And it's amazing...

Anyway...



Now my roommate and I are watching Rio...

That movie brings back memories...makes me miss my gingerbestfriend...

Ach...homesickness...

But Saturday will come soon enough...

I miss everyone back home...


I've had several family members tell me they miss me...




But no one else...


I miss them though...a lot...

Sure, this school is amazing and I feel so at home here...but it's still full of people I barely know (even though I've made lots of new friends). There are times where I just want to see my friends and family back home and talk to them...but our schedules don't match up or we don't have enough time...


Ach...


Back to Rio...