Oh the Places You'll Go!

First Week of Grad School...!

 So, my first week of graduate school begins in less than an hour...

It's so weird to think that four years ago, I was having lunch with my mom after one of my classes (and on her birthday).  Since it was only freshman year, I hadn't yet changed my major to Industrial Organizational Psychology, so I had a philosophy class (at 8 in the morning, no less), a few art classes, English, and History.

A fountain on campus

Now, I have an education class and three in Counseling.

My younger brother starts his first week of undergrad tomorrow.  My youngest cousin continues his elementary school career.  It's surreal still.

Vic and I were talking earlier tonight, and he said that it had been two years since he had done an internship in DC.  Now he's one year away from a Master's (even though we're only just under three weeks apart, he finished his double major a year early...smarty pants :)).  We agreed that high school seems like forever ago, even though it's only been four years.

First bulletin board of the semester

Even though I've been at the same school for what will be my fifth year, I'm learning that there are still things I'd like to do.  This time around, I'm starting in a curriculum that interests me (as opposed to freshman year when I changed my major).  I'm trying to stay as organized and on top of things as I can.  I want to get a 4.0.  I never did in high school or undergrad, and I really want to now.

My calendar and agenda are both color-coordinated to match the binder covers I made for each of my classes.  It even coordinates to my dry erase board.  Except for two classes, I have the textbooks I need (the perks of dating someone in the same curriculum).  I even made email distribution lists for the work studies I'm in charge of and my residents.

But for now, I'm waiting for my laundry to finish drying, perhaps check to see if any syllabi have been posted online, and then heading to bed... My first office hours of the semester begin tomorrow.  Here we go...

(731) Days of Blogging

When I first started this blog two years ago, my very first entry was about CA training.  Who would have thought that I would have a somewhat similar post 731 days later?

CA training has nearly come to a close yet again.  Sessions about mediation, alcohol and drugs, fire extinguisher use, and diversity; making door tags and bulletin boards; having the same thing nearly every day for each meal.

But this year was different, yet so similar.  Not only am I a CA, I'm a graduate assistant.  I have more leadership within the hall, but still have the same duties.  I'm in charge of a few additional things, but still oversee the work studies.  The more things stay the same, the more they change.

Life is changing in a few other ways too.  I never imagined that I would have an opportunity to again work in a field that I absolutely love.  I work with some pretty awesome people, and it's amazing.

My younger brother starts his undergraduate career in a few days when he moves into school on Friday.  My parents are about to be empty-nesters for the first time.  (I honestly don't know what my mother is going to do apart from continuing her job hunt.)

And then there's this guy.  He's sweet, funny, adorable, and amazing in every way.  And he's better than the guy of my dreams...because he's real.  I can't imagine my life without him.  His laugh makes me smile.  Vic, I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.  You're the best.

Life...sometimes it makes me think more than I care to, but right now, it's amazing.  I can't believe that I'm starting grad classes on Monday.  But for the first time, I'm ready for a new challenge.  A new chapter, complete with coordinating binders, color coded calendars, and counseling textbooks.

Life is Beautiful

Sometimes, I want to scream.  Other times, I want to cry.  Then I want to smile.  And it's all because of this thing called life.  For as long as I can remember, I've had a pretty amazing life.

Cutest couple? I think yes.

My parents have supported me through various ventures.  They mean the world to me.  I wouldn't be who I am today without them, cliche as that sounds.

I have great friends.  I've lost some along the way, but the true ones have showed me real friendship.  These past few months have shown me who really cares, and who really doesn't.  I have friends, and then I have other friends.  It seems contradictory, I know.  But there are those who I trust with the world, and those who, well, I don't.

I guess I've realized lately that I'm incredibly fortunate... And, honestly, it scares the living hell out of me.  I will be moving back to campus in exactly a week to start my Master's degree.  I'll have a graduate assistantship that is not only paying for my room, but also my tuition.  I was also contacted the other day with another offer for a graduate assistantship.  While I had to decline the offer, I was amazed that another office on campus provided the one who offered me the position with my resume.

My favorite argyle fan.

I'm in love with my best friend who I've been dating for five months.  It's impossible for me to contain how happy he makes me.  Spending a lifetime together is a dream we share.

I have an incredible support system of family, friends, and people at school.

I never imagined being so fortunate.  I can only hope one day that I'll be able to find the words to express my gratitude to those who have supported me along the way, because they deserve it more than they know.  And that includes all of you.  Thank you.