Excited Ramblings

I am almost there. I am almost to a break in the nonstop life that is college.

I have observing to do tomorrow, time to spend watching an art teacher interact with her students, something I no longer plan on doing. And while I believe that the teacher I am observing is one of the best high school art teachers I have ever heard about or met, the time has become meaningless. I am not going to do what she does. I do not have a passion for teaching. And teaching without passion is poison to the future. I mean that, even if it does sound dramatic. I do not know what I am doing with my life yet, but I am alright with that. And at least I have figured out something that I am not doing.

After I observe tomorrow, I only have to get through my Illustration class before I am free. Illustration is two hours long on Thursdays, which is shorter than Tuesdays and I really am enjoying the project we're working on currently, so this should be no burden.

Whether or not it is a burden, it is still an obstacle. And I can not wait to overcome it, in hopes that this weekend will be phenomenal. I really don't see how it could not be, I'm spending it with three of my favorite people in the entire world. I am spending Easter at Rachel's house with Zach and Austin.

Rachel, Zach, and Austin. I would trust these kids with my life. I trust them with my secrets. And any time we get together is time I value. They value me, which is something I'm still not used to. I still do not understand that some people actually want to spend time with me over others. Life here is so different than high school.

This weekend is most definately going to be interesting. We are going down to Rachel's in New Jersey, for Easter, and her birthday. We will meet lots of family and friends. We will stay up too late and when we get back, we will probably wish we had a vacation to recover from our vacation. We will probably do stupid trivial things as well as get involved in some pretty serious conversations. I wish I could tell you how happy I am that I'm going. I feel like a semi-bad daughter for not wishing I could go home, but Boothbay doesn't love me like these people do. Its different and its new and its refreshing.

Life is good and I am blessed. Many things go wrong... many things. But more things go right. And, as Zach reminded me today, God is in control and He knows what He's doing.