Jordan, ‘10

This week has been very hectic.  So was this weekend.  So it comes with no small amount of weight that I say I’m very glad Thanksgiving break is here.  Emphasis on break.  The next few days will not be an abandonment of work so much as a catch-all study marathon with a couple big dinners thrown in.  I’m very excited to see my cousins–some of which I haven’t seen in a while (I’m an only child so interaction is nice)–but otherwise this is going to be a long trip down calc-physics-chem way with a little MCAT prep dashed on top for taste.  I also want to write the beginning of my next screenplay.  But studying comes first.  And the homework–don’t even get me started on the homework.

In other news, I went to a dance on Friday night.  Occasionally, I will remark on the international club socials–or even write entire posts on them–because they are one of my favorite parts of college.  Formals are thrown once a semester and this semester’s took place on Friday night.  My date and I left in one of the buses that is sponsored for the event at 10:30 and came home around three in the morning, but not before dancing the night away to a line-up of songs taken almost exclusively from the early 90s.  That, of course, pleased me–I love 90s alternative and dance music.  What’s more, I was able to revert to being a little six-year-old in the back of our old Volvo listening to Casey Kasem on the radio on the way to school, my hair in braids and a big bouncing smile on my face.  I loved the whole experience of my childhood–I was very lucky to have a good one–so it was great to relive my alt-radio days. 

 

Then, on Saturday, my friends and I decided to be creative.  My really good friend on campus, Steph, whose picture has graced this blog before will be abandoning me next semester to go abroad to Rome–not that I blame her, I would go in a heartbeat if I could.  She suggested that our little group go off campus to a pottery painting place and, well, paint little ceramic figures and stuff in an effort to make a memory for when she leaves–not that we aren’t crazy enough to burn our personalities into people’s brains anyway.  So the four of us drove to Carytown and spent time together painting ceramic animals.  Victor decorated a cat, Patrick a horse.  Steph painted a lightning bug/butterfly/frog creature and I opted for the same butterfly/frog figure and a little man figurine that I thought was adorable.  I named him Finster–because he looks like one.

Anyway, the extent of my everything has yet to be determined but I’m okay right now and that’s as far as I’m looking until Christmas break–ah, now there’s a real break!

Gravity will release you,

Jordan

Quote of the week:

“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” - Buddha