I think, somewhere in the madness today, that Kristin mentioned something about "updating every day for thirty days" and "you know, to see what happens" and stuff. What is today, anyway, the 25th? Okay. It doesn't sound like a gigantic commitment, but it is. I suppose I'm going to have to review the bounds of the word. Update. It could be a hello or a photograph or a forty thousand word mess.
Update. Let's look it up, shall we?
Hmmm... transitive verb, meaning to bring something up to date. That's kind of like when I looked up humility and it said something like "the act of being humble" or whatever. So let's keep going... adjective... here we go. Current. Recent. The latest. Oooh - the latest. That sounds like we're getting in the arena of something vaguely related to a sense of urgency. We'll see about that.
So what's the latest? Today I officially became a college student. I would say that I matriculated, but that's not a real word. A college student on a credit card, but hey, that's the true spirit of things, isn't it? I can't even bear to tell the stories of the damage friends of mine did in their late teens with fresh plastic. I'm hovering somewhere around $6,000.00, and today that climbed to $6,358.00. The logic being that investing in myself will yield much in terms of benefits - let's hope at least a few of them are financial.
I learned that the average age student entering Gateway is 32 (for once, I'm ahead of the curve). I learned that the guy teaching my english comp class writes for a newspaper - I forgot to ask which one. I said to the advisor, "Look - I think I might want to go into Business Administration, but I'm not sure." And he's all, "Well, we really encourage you to take specified courses and not just your core classes - take something you're interested in." And I'm like, "Well, I write, for fun, and I probably want to minor in some kind of art history slash photography stuff, so shouldn't I know how to write a paper? I'm kind of scared that I won't know how to go to school." I think I amused him, but I was serious. So, english comp, I win. 8-10:40 on Friday mornings, so by 11 am I'll still have the whole day ahead of me and I can hit work if I need to. Do they let you bring coffee into class? I hope so. Do I bring a notebook, or do I type notes? Does it matter? I think I'd be better off writing - oh wait, it's english comp. Composition. The making up of something, also in noun form as essay.
Don't I sound smarter already? Even just taking the placement test woke up a part of my brain that I haven't used in ten years. Seriously.
Um. So, yeah. English. And on top of this, yesterday, I got paid to take pictures all day. Well, I didn't like, get paid yesterday or anything, but I will sometime in the next week or so. Me. Getting Paid. To Take Pictures. And I got to take a bunch I wanted to in the middle of all the needing to. It was cool. So, two monumental days in a row, and to top that off, I'm honing in on my life purpose (courtesy of Kristin and Steve Pavlina) which has something to do with photographs, and my father, and the pulling of heartstrings. I'll let you know as it comes together, but in the moment it's almost enough - like, eighty five percent - to know that I'm in the right direction. Six months ago I was about to blow my head off. Today I matriculated. Yesterday I photographed. Last week I tried to find my purpose.
Things are looking up.
Oh, and the tin foil thing didn't work. In case you're thinking of trying it at home... it was kind of like when you wrap a baked potato in foil in the oven, so it cooks, right? Except the inside of the potato was my kitchen. Oops.
Does this mean I get to shop for school supplies?
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