sometimes I wonder, what I'm gonna do, cuz there ain't no cure for the mid-semester blues...
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yeah, I know it's a little earlier for that. But hey - mid is relative.
cool background.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
today, wednesday, September 23, 2009
1. Clean Room.
2. New Testament Homework.
3. Ecology homework.
4. Sleeeep
also, at some point, drive over to the riddles and water my plants.
Yay!
2. New Testament Homework.
3. Ecology homework.
4. Sleeeep
also, at some point, drive over to the riddles and water my plants.
Yay!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
College - week 1.5
I smell like sweat. That makes sense, since I just went running, but I feel like it works well as a metaphor for a large percentage of my mental and emotional processes right now.
I spent my first week back at BYU battling apprehension and fear and getting tripped up by my slow summer pace and the slippery slope of self-absorption. However, I AM BACK! In the saddle, that is. I know this semester will bring plenty of challenges, but, in the words of the wise woman Arlene Ludlow, you must act as if it were impossible to fail. Plus I like school (mostly). ( :
I know the basics - sleep enough, exercise daily, eat right, have a set time to study for each class, be where you are (including dealing with problems instead of beating yourself up for having them), take good notes, give yourself spiritual time to meditate, enough time to study well but efficiently for classes and exams, make time to serve others, and let's not forget the key - Simplify. So, like I said, I think I've got the basics - I just have trouble implementing them.
Maybe it all does come back to the key - simplify. But how to do so when your life is naturally complex? My plan is this - write things down, do them to your best and most efficient ability, and focus on one thing at a time.
Let me add an important note to this dialogue by saying that I am incredibly lucky.
Also, here's a stream-of-consciousness mini-ode to my apartment -
There is a mountain on your wall. I sit under it, staring at screens and pages of words. I look at it, sometimes, when my eyes are closed and then I remember the reason that I'm here. And just for an instant my eyes open wide and I feel wind on my face and light in my heart and I know possibility - I know peace. And then the rest of my mind catches up to my spirit and I pull my face off the old wooden table and my head drops out of the clouds and seeps back through the 40 year old brick walls and the peeling white paint of my ceiling into my isolated eyesight and I try to remember seeing you as you could be and me as I am.
I spent my first week back at BYU battling apprehension and fear and getting tripped up by my slow summer pace and the slippery slope of self-absorption. However, I AM BACK! In the saddle, that is. I know this semester will bring plenty of challenges, but, in the words of the wise woman Arlene Ludlow, you must act as if it were impossible to fail. Plus I like school (mostly). ( :
I know the basics - sleep enough, exercise daily, eat right, have a set time to study for each class, be where you are (including dealing with problems instead of beating yourself up for having them), take good notes, give yourself spiritual time to meditate, enough time to study well but efficiently for classes and exams, make time to serve others, and let's not forget the key - Simplify. So, like I said, I think I've got the basics - I just have trouble implementing them.
Maybe it all does come back to the key - simplify. But how to do so when your life is naturally complex? My plan is this - write things down, do them to your best and most efficient ability, and focus on one thing at a time.
Let me add an important note to this dialogue by saying that I am incredibly lucky.
Also, here's a stream-of-consciousness mini-ode to my apartment -
There is a mountain on your wall. I sit under it, staring at screens and pages of words. I look at it, sometimes, when my eyes are closed and then I remember the reason that I'm here. And just for an instant my eyes open wide and I feel wind on my face and light in my heart and I know possibility - I know peace. And then the rest of my mind catches up to my spirit and I pull my face off the old wooden table and my head drops out of the clouds and seeps back through the 40 year old brick walls and the peeling white paint of my ceiling into my isolated eyesight and I try to remember seeing you as you could be and me as I am.
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