Good Day

You know, sometimes I really think God is messing with me.

Now, truthfully, i'm not a seriously religious person. I don't like talking about God to people, it just makes me unconfortable. There was this guy last year when I was working at the jewelry store that told me on black friday that "god was helping him with all of his purchases" and all I could think to say is "good for you?" No offense to him whatsoever, but I just don't like discussing God and such with people unless its in a strictly educational standpoint.

But, this semester in college, it's been increasingly aparent that SOMEONE in the devine thinks I should be in college.

Before getting the abortion, I was really sick for a few weeks and unable to go to some classes. Right before I dropped a class, I got an email from the teacher pleading with me to stay in the class, and that she would work with me so that I could catch up.

Then, today, Unable to get a doctors note, I was going to drop another class of mine. It turns out, the teacher is dropping the class himself, and moving his students (only 4 of us now) to his other classes. However, I have classes durring both times he has on Tuesday/Thursday, so he's doing to discuss with another one of my teachers to see if I can split the time between the two classes.

So, he's basically going to work with me.

Sweet.

I love college.

I know not all colleges are like this. When I head up to the big university, its even moreso that it will be unlikely i'll get the type of personal attention I'm getting here at my little junior college. But, truthfully, its been amazing.

It looks like I'll pass this semester with B's mostly, maybe one class with an A and another class with a C. But overall, I'm doing pretty snazzy.

Next semester, I'm going back to my hometown, and going to the junior college there. I'm not sure if I've told you guys, but Mr. III is leaving college and persuing a technical school. That's fine with me, as long as he's happy. He's really just interested in having some sort of stable job so we can get married and be semi confortable, and then persue his dreams once mine are met. He wants to flip houses, which would be nearly impossible to do right now. He figures that I'll be able to invest in his "company" and he'll end up giving me back my money and then some. He's even planning on "owning" a few condos and "renting" them out and such. Sounds fine with me, as long as he's happy in the long run.

I'm thinking about my major job right now, which is a toss up between Large Animal Veterinary and Radiology. I'm not sure about either.

But, it's late, and I need to get some sleep. I'll go more into it tomorrow.