View From the Fourth Floor

I realize it has been quite some time since I even attempted to write a post. In fact, for a few weeks, this place did not once cross my mind. In my defense, busy would not even be the right word to describe me since my last post. After returning from Easter break, I had a 20 page paper to somehow fake my way through and a recital to pull off without completely humiliating myself in front of 50 of my friends and my boyfriend, who had never heard me sing. Pressure anyone?

I'm happy to say it's all over.

I am in the illustrious city of Waco for the summer working as an academic mentor at Robinson Tower. I have to admit, I was pretty nervous starting this job. The thought of having to carry on a 15 minute conversation with people I barely knew was absolutely terrifying. I imagined long awkward pauses, completely insulting the students, making people cry, and lots of other horrible things that would make me want to vault myself out of the huge windows in my office without a second thought.

I'm very excited to tell you that this job is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I have met so many very awesome people who will gladly sit and chat with me well over their 15 minute time slots. They all have different stories and are from different places, be it in Texas or out of state. I really have no idea whether them talking with me is having any effect on them and their studies whatsoever. I guess we find that out when their grades come in. But I have to say, Summer I has gone by so quickly and I can't believe it is almost time for Summer II. I love having an office where I get to watch traffic on I-35. And most importantly, I love doing something that doesnt have anything to do with music. I don't have to be in the music building, I don't have to see music people, and when I graduate next May, I'll have the opportunity to start my life in some other direction rather than feeling like I'm stuck with the major I chose when I was 18 and didn't think I was good at anything but breathing.

Did I mention I have a wonderful boyfriend that loves me too? I'm currently watching all the traffic go by on I-35 and thinking to myself how happy I've become and how the things that are wrong in my life just don't matter in the long run. I realize I can be a really depressive person, but when I think about it that way, anything I could be upset about just doesn't matter.

And I'm happy.