Tasting Every Moment

Guess what!...

We totally did related rates today in calc! It made me happy.

I got an A on my first Music Theory exam! There was only one little part that I got wrong... apparently the chord wasn't a 1/2 diminished 7th chord.

German was fun today!

I saw Steve and Kyle today! Steve needs to cut his hair or at least brush it.

Lunch was kinda gross but the conversation over lunch was interesting.

I had the best dream last night!

I'd take a calc exam over writing a paper any day.

It's strange the things one remembers:

I remember this one time during the summer before 2nd grade when I was at my grandparents' house with my parents. My aunt asked me what grade I was going into and I said, "2nd - the lots of homework grade." Then she asked me what my favorite subject was and I said math.

Fast forward to 2nd grade... I remember sitting in the back of the classroom in a little group of people. We all had cards with words on them and we had to put two cards together to make one word. My word was "sweat" but I thought it was pronounced "sweet", so we had all the cards paired up except my "sweat" and someone else's "shirt". Then the teacher, Mrs. Gordon, came back and set me straight.

Another time in 2nd grade, I remember sitting at my desk with a bad headache trying to do my math work. It was a worksheet about adding nines and it was tough. Also, I remember in 1st grade when we had a math test and one question was "18+__=19". And me, being the absent minded dyslexicish dumb mistake maker that I am, thought it said "18+19=__". So I sat there trying my darn hardest to add 18 and 19. I think I ended up coming up with 31 for my answer... just a few off (actually, I'm not much better at adding today... I added 18 and 19 in my head just a minute ago to check my 1st grade answer with the correct answer and I came up with 35. Yes, thank you, I do know now that it is actually 37). But then when we got the graded tests back, the teacher said that only one person got them all right, and boy was I cocky in my young age because I was sure that it was me. As we all know, it wasn't me, but would you believe that it was Joanna?


I suppose I'll stop with the memories thing for now. I was just thinking about it because lately I've been seeing things and realizing things that are hard to explain. It's like, I sit here and don't know why I'm here or if this is where I'm supposed to be or what I'm supposed to major in or what I'm supposed to do with my life, and then I stop and think and remember and things begin to fall into place.

I'd like to believe that I belong here at U of M, that this is where God wants me to be. But getting here was so hard. You all probably know all that I went through during my senior year because of this stinkin' university. If you don't know, it's a long and involved story (over a page, single-spaced in Word), so I'll post it in the comments or something. But anyway, after I had finally made the decision to go to U of M, I kept seeing these little things in my past that seemed to indicate that UM was where I was supposed to be. One of these things was a picture in the newspaper from 4th grade where my whole class was standing outside with our "trucker buddy". Out of everyone, there were only two people wearing U of M shirts: me and Steve. Out of everyone in my class, we were the only two to go to U of M. Coincidence? Sure. But what a coincidence that we would both happen to wear that shirt on the day that our class was getting our picture in the newspaper and then both attend that university. That is just one of many things I've seen with regard to me being at UM. There are more things about my major and such, but I really need to do some homework... or else it won't matter what I want to major in because I'll be kicked out.