Skipping Stones on a Pond of Time

I sit, eating rhubarb pie (look it up, Johnny Rebel), thinking how different my life is from even a semester ago. Sure, I'm still [describe physical characteristics], but I'm not who I am. I was the suck-up in class, the "teacher's pet" if you will. In the past three weeks, I've attended as many classes as I've skipped. I've taken my own advice on "This is college. If you don't want to go to class, don't." It's freeing- to a degree.

Club activities don't change much. Things seem to have slowed down these past two or three weeks. Mandatory "furlough" day imposed by the state has shut down my school on Monday, preventing me from going to my Psychology classes. However, the SGAs across the state have organized a rally at the state's capital against the budget cuts. This shall be fun.

After my early morning doctor's appointment, I'll hurry down to a hole-in-the-wall town next to my college to pick up a friend, then rush up the interstate to pick up another friend before descending on the rally with many other students.

In the past week, several schoolmates and friends have commented to me about my blog. I am quite pleasantly surprised that I have such a large following. Years ago when I began, I never thought that it would be more than a friend or two.

I've at least made friends with the art major mentioned earlier. This is much further than I thought that I'd get given my past, which is only another way to prove to myself that times change. She is beginning to challenge my religious beliefs, and I'm thrilled by this. Beliefs, without challenge, lead to a blind following. I am coming to learn a lot about myself through her.

Years ago, I remember liking only alternative and rock music. My tastes have changed slightly, developed, grown.... It's enjoyable to sit listening to Nat Cole swing a hip beat next to me.

Time is fluid.