Saturday, we celebrated my dad's birthday. He didn't know I would be joining the family. I thought it would be a nice surprise, so I told my mom that I would be coming to surprise him. Spent the day catching up with everybody (it was the first time I'd seen my extended family since I started school) and enjoying everyone's company. It was a nice day.
Sunday, I had a pretty busy day. I had an appointment to get some touch ups on one of my tattoos, which was as fun as you can expect being stabbed with needles repeatedly is, and I had a job interview at Gamestop. I hadn't really had a job interview up until this point (McDonalds hired me over the phone after applying online) so I was pretty nervous. It actually went incredibly well. The manager that was interviewing me had tattoos all over both arms, and he noticed the saran wrap peeking out from under my sleeve (tried to hide it, failed) and that broke the ice right away. It was a pretty casual interview, and things went really well.
And then I did homework. Pretty much nonstop from then until now.
Wednesday morning I had my one on one conference session with my writing professor. I can't remember if I mentioned this, but he takes time out of class twice per semester to meet with each student individually and discuss their writing and how they have improved. It had been nearly three weeks since I'd seen him (felt like a lifetime) and I have never been really confident in my writing, so I wasn't exactly excited.
He loved it. All of it. He said I have a knack for writing short but powerful pieces (clearly he's never seen my blog) and have a great understanding of the principles of grammar. The only grades from the class come from these conferences, so there was definitely some pressure, but he ended it telling me that my writing is at A+ level and to keep doing what I'm doing. He also told me to feel free to tailor the upcoming assignments to what I feel will be beneficial to my career, because he cares more about the students getting what they need out of his class than strictly following the syllabus and curriculum. He's awesome.
Since I don't have any interesting stories or funny jokes, I'm going to end this one off with what I feel is one of the better pieces I've written for that class. We had to write a poem. I honestly don't know what inspired this one, it just sort of came naturally.
The binding agent of
the soul
The light in total
darkness
It provides a map
when lost and damaged
It opens the door
when there is no way out
A rescuer of the captured
A hand extended for
the fallen
When there is nothing
left
It is all that
remains
Hope.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for coming to celebrate Dad's birthday! Always fun having you with us! Sounds like school work is picking up. Keep up the good work!