Carry Out

This semester was officially at its halfway point last Tuesday. And, as a graduating senior told me today, there are 36 school days left. Holy moly guacamole!!!! One part of me feels like it was just yesterday that I became a junior and now I'm THIS CLOSE to becoming a senior. It's mind blowing.

I don't know what is happening to my brain but it is almost impossible for me to complete a simple task anymore. I'm having to literally force myself to do work. It's worse than before. I'm doing papers the night before. Putting off doing clinical paperwork to do... nothing. Starting my studying the night before a test. (Okay, fine. That one isn't any different.) Last night studying was the worst. I either need to have a dance party every half hour to burn away some energy so I can sit still or I need to listen to music or read quotes while I study. Neither method is what you could call time efficient.

However there is a happy note to this post. I'm finally starting to see the beauty of Point Loma again. You'd think it would be pretty hard to miss but I was missing it. Living off campus it's easy to disconnect from campus. It's actually incredibly easy. But last Tuesday my intramural team and I watched the sun set and the incredible beauty that I'm around almost every day suddenly struck me again. Yeaaah baby.

My advising appointment is on Friday morning. I have to take two full semesters next year and at least one summer school class to graduate on time. Please pray that my schedule will work out and I can graduate on time. :)

This one definitely made me miss volleyball.

Sure theres the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and months of conditioning that make us wonder why we, as athletes, keep giving 110 percent day in and day out. But then we give the simple answer that it's for the love of the game. And that we live for the practices, parties, pain, cheers, long bus rides, hotel stays, countless pairs of different types of shoes, water, Gatorade, and coaches you hate but appreciate. It's those hours where your team becomes your family, of pushing your body to the limit, and blasting your ipod so that you can't hear yourself breathing that we'll remember and cherish forever.
-Unknown