"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, February 24, 2011

One of those days...

~Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.
~Mignon McLaughlin

Today was one of those days during which I thought of a million different things I wanted to shout at the world. Well, my blog is the best resource I have for that. Yet, I am finally calmed down and feeling a little happier and I don't want to rehash it in my mind. So, I'm not going to write about my not so wonderful day or why I truly and unconditionally hate French.

I counted school days in the semester today. We're more than halfway through! I heard someone on campus today comment about how they couldn't believe we were halfway through the semester. Personally, I can't believe we're only halfway. Haha, well, it has gone fairly fast considering... I'm just excited that Spring and Summer semesters are shorter than how far we are in this semester, if that makes sense :)

I'm not so sure about this living in an apartment thing. I got to listen to my upstairs neighbors sing happy birthday to someone about a half hour ago... and my goodness when they get ready for church I know they wear high heels. When I sit in the front room area on Friday nights I can hear the conversations of all the people who go by-talking excitedly and happily. And privacy isn't as common as it was at home.

But then, in a lot of ways it isn't that different. My room was in the basement at home. I could hear the TV from my room with the door closed. I did have my own room... I don't know. Guess I'm not making much of a point here at all. Maybe I'm just more aware of it here cuz I decided to live here. I signed the contract. Maybe it's me thinking about how I have 14 more months living in this apartment. 14 more months of straight school. I think I'm gonna die!

Not only could I not go to medical school cuz of the blood and guts but I don't think I could handle the schooling. Not sure I can even make it through this semester-and I'm only on my third semester of college. Haha, that's kind of depressing.
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