Recap
I haven't been active, and I absolutely apologize. Let me give you a recap:
I started my sophomore year of college (or well it's technically a university, but I'm not British and I would feel weird saying University). Indeed I'm still a Communications major, and still lazy and haven't claimed my religious studies minor yet, but I swear that is happening. I have changed dorms, roommates, and somewhat mindset.
It's Sunday, and have my dorm to myself. I'm having church in my own room. My bible is open to 1 Corinthians and playing worship music. My Christmas tree is lit, and so are the strand around my room. Candles are lit as well, and my heart is too. I am in complete cool down mode. I haven't had quiet in a while, and all I am doing is taking it in one second at a time to reflect before I go back to my family for Winter Break.
I have amazing professors, and some professors that need to chill out. My Public Speaking professor is one of the most real people I have ever met, and so is my Old Testament professor (yes that's a class, and probably my favorite). They both know how to connect with students, and break the barrier of superiority, yet don't at the same time because the respect is still there. I enjoy attending their classes and sometimes wish that high school could have been that way.
But then there is my Intro to Communications professor who makes me want to gouge my eyes out because I learn absolutely nothing in that class what so ever. He doesn't engage with students, well at least to my extent, like he should. I barely breathe in that class. I just sit there motionless attempting to motivate myself with understanding how such things like "Groups" work, when I don't even like working in groups. And then there is my Painting 1 professor who makes painting the most anxiety filled activity I have ever been through (well rather than driving). All you hear in the class is her clogs clicking, and then you hear the echo of her clogs clicking. The sound of her clogs (which she wears every class, God help her) just bounces off the walls for 3 straight hours.
Other than academics, I had (yes had) a job uptown on 96th and Broadway. It was this unique "cafe" called Paris Baguette. Now I know you're thinking I am crazy for commuting from downtown to the brink of Harlem--well you're right, I was crazy. I worked in the back of the establishment for only a month, and was trapped in a thrown around business with no structure whatsoever. I decorated pastries for 6 hours, and then "faked clean" for 2 more. And to top it all off, customers and employees would harass me verbally, and some even followed me to the subway station. In this case, I said YEET, and gave them 3 days notice. Alright, I know that was a bit cold of me to do, but you try working at a job that won't get you anywhere in life, and feeling unwelcomed by your boss (and even questioning why she hired you, still wondering that). Was it selfish, probably, but was it necessary? Yes.
I have been getting deeper into my faith, and knowledge in other religions. Knowing history of religions, such as, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Confucianism, really enlightens me on how other people live and I think it is the most interesting concept ever. I have been taking an Eastern Religions class this semester, and although the professor is a bit wack, it's very interesting. My Old Testament Scriptures class has helped me understand the history of my personal faith as well. I am mostly familiar with the New Testament (I mean duh), so taking this class I have been able to dive right in with these scriptures and understand how God had worked in the beginning. We also talk about the Messianic Prophecy, and the difference in the Judaic and Christian interpretation. Along with classes, I have been attending church and recently started volunteering. Even if it's just cleaning up the service space after services, I know that I am somehow serving God, and soon I want to attend connect groups. I have never seen myself read my bible this much, and all I want to do is learn more.
This gal is still living with her invisible cats and pugs. I can't wait to go back to my family for the holidays and answer all the typical relationship questions: "Have you been dating anyone?" (LOL) "Who are the guys in your life" (THE GOOD SIS JESUS) "You're so beautiful, how are you not married yet?" (Well I am not 35 yet please take a seat). At one pint this semester, I actually thought I was in a position where I thought it was going somewhere. About a month an a half in, I brought it up. I asked where is this going, and the response I got was:
"Not far,"
Followed by a short explanation, and I was understanding.
Not over your ex? COOL TOTALLY OKAY.
(*cringes while questioning if he'll read this since we are pals on the book of face*)
Overall, at the end of this semester I have realized that I am a very independent person. No, I am not implying that I don't need no man. I mean that I can't stand being with friends all the time. I cannot stand being asked by multiple people at the same time, multiple times a day asking if I want to hang out. Can I sit? Can I breathe? Can I just read quietly and bop to a good album? There is a time and place for social gatherings. Alright now I just sound like an ass, but people exhaust me. I love everyone, but I need to breathe.
Am I going to get that over break? Maybe--maybe not. We shall see.
I started my sophomore year of college (or well it's technically a university, but I'm not British and I would feel weird saying University). Indeed I'm still a Communications major, and still lazy and haven't claimed my religious studies minor yet, but I swear that is happening. I have changed dorms, roommates, and somewhat mindset.
It's Sunday, and have my dorm to myself. I'm having church in my own room. My bible is open to 1 Corinthians and playing worship music. My Christmas tree is lit, and so are the strand around my room. Candles are lit as well, and my heart is too. I am in complete cool down mode. I haven't had quiet in a while, and all I am doing is taking it in one second at a time to reflect before I go back to my family for Winter Break.
I have amazing professors, and some professors that need to chill out. My Public Speaking professor is one of the most real people I have ever met, and so is my Old Testament professor (yes that's a class, and probably my favorite). They both know how to connect with students, and break the barrier of superiority, yet don't at the same time because the respect is still there. I enjoy attending their classes and sometimes wish that high school could have been that way.
But then there is my Intro to Communications professor who makes me want to gouge my eyes out because I learn absolutely nothing in that class what so ever. He doesn't engage with students, well at least to my extent, like he should. I barely breathe in that class. I just sit there motionless attempting to motivate myself with understanding how such things like "Groups" work, when I don't even like working in groups. And then there is my Painting 1 professor who makes painting the most anxiety filled activity I have ever been through (well rather than driving). All you hear in the class is her clogs clicking, and then you hear the echo of her clogs clicking. The sound of her clogs (which she wears every class, God help her) just bounces off the walls for 3 straight hours.
Other than academics, I had (yes had) a job uptown on 96th and Broadway. It was this unique "cafe" called Paris Baguette. Now I know you're thinking I am crazy for commuting from downtown to the brink of Harlem--well you're right, I was crazy. I worked in the back of the establishment for only a month, and was trapped in a thrown around business with no structure whatsoever. I decorated pastries for 6 hours, and then "faked clean" for 2 more. And to top it all off, customers and employees would harass me verbally, and some even followed me to the subway station. In this case, I said YEET, and gave them 3 days notice. Alright, I know that was a bit cold of me to do, but you try working at a job that won't get you anywhere in life, and feeling unwelcomed by your boss (and even questioning why she hired you, still wondering that). Was it selfish, probably, but was it necessary? Yes.
I have been getting deeper into my faith, and knowledge in other religions. Knowing history of religions, such as, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Confucianism, really enlightens me on how other people live and I think it is the most interesting concept ever. I have been taking an Eastern Religions class this semester, and although the professor is a bit wack, it's very interesting. My Old Testament Scriptures class has helped me understand the history of my personal faith as well. I am mostly familiar with the New Testament (I mean duh), so taking this class I have been able to dive right in with these scriptures and understand how God had worked in the beginning. We also talk about the Messianic Prophecy, and the difference in the Judaic and Christian interpretation. Along with classes, I have been attending church and recently started volunteering. Even if it's just cleaning up the service space after services, I know that I am somehow serving God, and soon I want to attend connect groups. I have never seen myself read my bible this much, and all I want to do is learn more.
This gal is still living with her invisible cats and pugs. I can't wait to go back to my family for the holidays and answer all the typical relationship questions: "Have you been dating anyone?" (LOL) "Who are the guys in your life" (THE GOOD SIS JESUS) "You're so beautiful, how are you not married yet?" (Well I am not 35 yet please take a seat). At one pint this semester, I actually thought I was in a position where I thought it was going somewhere. About a month an a half in, I brought it up. I asked where is this going, and the response I got was:
"Not far,"
Followed by a short explanation, and I was understanding.
Not over your ex? COOL TOTALLY OKAY.
(*cringes while questioning if he'll read this since we are pals on the book of face*)
Overall, at the end of this semester I have realized that I am a very independent person. No, I am not implying that I don't need no man. I mean that I can't stand being with friends all the time. I cannot stand being asked by multiple people at the same time, multiple times a day asking if I want to hang out. Can I sit? Can I breathe? Can I just read quietly and bop to a good album? There is a time and place for social gatherings. Alright now I just sound like an ass, but people exhaust me. I love everyone, but I need to breathe.
Am I going to get that over break? Maybe--maybe not. We shall see.
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