The Average Life of the Freed-Hardeman Short Courser

I started writing this blog 2 days ago and just now finished it.  It’s okay for you to judge if you must.

I've taken 2 other short courses in my college carreer-- First Aid & CPR and Lifetime Wellness.  Both were 1 week short courses and insanely more interesting to me than this financial planning crap.  I hate money.  However, I have been learning some helpful tips and facts I didn’t know before.   I was interested in learning more about stocks and funds.  We learned about those today.  I still don’t understand them.  I know, I know.  We are aware of what awesome math skills I have… now why would I not understand what’s going on?  Hah.  It is going to be a long, long, looooooong 1.25 weeks.  That’s all I can say.

  

This is what life has been like so far taking a short course:  It’s either really boring or really fun.  I’m about to tell you a lot of random stuff that you probably don’t even care about hearing.

So, I have this real huge, hot pink, tacky tourist bag I bought in Puerto Rico a few years ago.  It has become my toiletries/make-up/hair products bag.  Yeah— it’s pretty much a Mary Poppins bag containing a never-ending supply of… stuff.  You know what I mean, right?  Mary Poppins carried a floor lamp in her bag.  I’m convinced I could carry one in mine as well.  I’m surprised at all the things I’ve fit in this bag before.  It contains my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, razor, face wash, make-up, pony-tail holders, clippy clips, bobby pins, earrings, hair brush, hair scrunchy mousse, hair spray, hair-dryer, curling iron, curlers, other random things…. and most importantly… my hair straightener.  Remember that time I left this bag in Huntsville?  And here I am, for 2 weeks, with no car.  Also remember that time I chopped all my hair off and require a hair straightener to not look like a poodle-headed-grandma?  Here I am, for 2 weeks, forced to wear the hair curly.  It’s not terrible.  But not great. 

I had decided over the break that my hair is definitely a mom-cut.  I told my mother this and she said, “Well you’re old enough to be a mom.”  Thanks, Momma.  Having worn it curly for 4 days now, I’m convinced more than ever I look like a mom.  I mean, I should be driving a mini-van (complete with honor student bumper sticker) with 3 kids heading to the nearest YMCA youth soccer game or girl scout meeting.  Me leaving my hot-pink-puerto-rican-mary-poppins-bag at home = DUMB.  Love me still?

I’m staying with Emily and we’ve had some fun times thus far.  I rode with her to school, we’ve been to wal-mart a few times, we’ve eaten at the best Mexican restaurant ever, drank massive amounts of diet coke (you know, before my resolution sets in) made life-plans, listened to fun time music, and had several amazing talks.  I’m thankful to be spending this time with her.

In other news, it snowed Thursday morning.  I woke up at 7:48 for my 8:00 class.  Mad. I looked out the window, saw the snow, realized class was not cancelled.  Mad.  Then I walked to class with snow flakes falling on my face and I wasn’t so mad anymore.  I morph into little kid mode when it snows.

I had sushi last night.  At Sakura.  It was blessed and I ate entirely too much.  It was an enjoyable evening with great food and good friends.

I was supposed to have a phone interview for Youth Villages yesterday.  I’ll write more about Youth Villages later— if I get the internship.  It didn’t happen so it’s rescheduled for today at 1PM.  Pray?  :)  Kthanks.