The Fourth Week

And so we've made it to week four. It's funny how last week I talked about how it was a good week and that it might mean that this week would be not so good. Funny because it's true. A week filled with midterms and papers and presentations can never really be that great, except for the fact that once you have that week then it'll be a while until you have it again. But all that is behind me now anyways because I've finally made it back home for spring break. A much needed break it is too. It's really good to be home now. That's how this week ends, now let me give the whole story.

SUNDAY: So I have a brother. Great guy. I do everything I can not to stay in his shadow. I go to the same college, hang out with him when he works, got my job through him, and I'll most likely have a major in the same department. Nope. I'm not following in his footsteps at all. Back to the story that I haven't yet started. He talked me into being a part of a thing called Songfest at Pepperdine. It's a pretty hard thing to describe, but I will say that it involves singing and dancing. I figured I do so much singing and dancing in my life already I may as well do it in front of five hundred people in six shows over the course of five days.

MONDAY: I'm the kind of guy who is all about forming a routine. I quite often eat at the same time each day or I'll go somewhere at a specific time each day. College hasn't changed that. I get off work at 11 a.m. three times a week, each time with a class that starts at noon. You'd think I'd just go straight to lunch after this since I have a class starting soon after. Not the case. If I ate lunch right after work it would be too early and I'd get hungry in class. To avoid this problem I hang out in the bookstore for fifteen minutes before actually going and grabbing some food. That's me... a problem solver.

TUESDAY: Tuesday is when this week began to go downhill. By downhill I mean it got worse, not that it all of a sudden became an easy smooth ride. More like a bike ride down a hill at an 85 degree angle that sends me flipping and tumbling endlessly out of control. This slippery slope began with my humanities test, followed by working on a philosophy paper, followed by working on a social action and justice paper, followed by working on another social action and justice paper, followed by sleep at three in the morning. But wait. That would mean that last event really happened on...

WEDNESDAY: I had a presentation for my SAAJ class about a project on utopian societies. We had to create our own fake, fantasy utopian society. We decided to present our idea through film. What better way to create a perfect world than to film it in this one? It was fun for me to write the film since it gave me the chance to write a script for the first time. Even if it was filled with cheese. After the presentation I had to start work on my philosophy paper again. Nothing like a paper about thinking to get me to want to stop thinking.

THURSDAY: The only thing that can really be said for Thursday is that I really got around. No joke. I got off campus all the way to Ralphs since I had to get some money, which is a true joy in my life, and I got all the way up to the CCB on campus(I left my oxygen mask at the dorm) to do some more singing and dancing. Quite the traveling day. At various points it seemed to be going so fast that I just had to pause, take everything in, then remember to keep breathing. Obviously I was successful.

FRIDAY: And then there was Friday. There I was thinking that my film midterm would be okay and then I'd leave and go home (not to say I didn't study for the midterm or anything. I put in about five or six hours of my oh so precious time to studying for it), but for some reason it decided it wanted to be more like death without the smell. But Friday is the day that also brought happiness along with it. I finally got to go home. Being a Friday afternoon and having to drive through Los Angeles and north county San Diego the drive naturally went by in a flash (When I say "in a flash" naturally I mean that there was an hour and a half spent in traffic). And then I was home.

SATURDAY: There's nothing like waking up in the comforts of your own nice warm bed with the sound of rain pouring outside your window. I've heard that rain is used in movies and books to signify renewal or rebirth. Maybe that means I've come to a point of renewal, or that my life is about to reach a new chapter. Only time will tell with that though. There is one thing that I have learned for sure. The thing that I probably missed the most while away at college (excluding my family and friends of course) is being able to walk ten feet to the fridge to get food when I'm watching TV. It beats a twenty minute walk. But now the sun has set on this week that just may have ended in my own rebirth. Here's to the future that seems like it will never come.