Before Sunrise...

So I'm sitting in my kitchen listening the drowning sound of my printer spewing out my syllabi and my heart has been beating fast all afternoon as it dawned on me that I'm totally unprepared for school to start. I haven't stepped in a classroom since 2000 and I'm not sure what to expect.

I looked through all my classes and saw that I already have homework due on two of them. I have to read the book of Mark, and an accompanying article by Eugene Peterson on "what's wrong with spirituality". Then for my hermeneutic class, I have 2 seemingly industrial papers I have to read and then write notes on what I read...and not just scribbling words on the pages, but Cornell Notes...huh? To add on top of this, I forgot to pay rent and today is a holiday so I can't go to the bank, which means my first rent will be late. aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apart of me is realizing that I'm about to really dive into the reason why I moved to Seattle in the first place...this whole time I've just been trying to adjust to being in a new environment that I almost forgot why I came here. The homework deal is stressing me out too cause I tend to be a procrastinator and I might find myself is sticky situations if I can't rectify my procrastinating...but then again, my best work is always done when there's very little time left on the deadline. At this point I'm talking myself into doing whatever I can and the rest...oh well....

In the midst of this chaos that seems overwhelming, there are still good moments to talk about. Last night I spent the night at Paula, Christina and Jenn's home...after a couple of bottles of wine. This has become my 'crew'. We are first year students, we met last year during the interview process and have kept in touch over the last few months. They've provided some stability to my life and definitely some happy moments.

In terms of work, I think I'm making noticeable improvements, although I'm still dreading working the espresso bar. I worked this past weekend, and I was there for only 15 minutes with another partner, but had to ask the shift supervisor to put me on register because it became too stressful trying to figure out the recipes...hopefully one of these days I'll be decent at making drinks. Even more interesting is my new admirer who comes often to my store. Richard came up to me the other day while I was on my break and told me he thought I was very attractive. The following day he sat with me again on my break and outrightly told me that every time he sees me his heart skips a beat and concluded by saying that he could see himself easily falling in love with me. Mind you, Richard is probably in his late 60's...but he's good looking for an old guy. This really caught me by surprise because he's this very serious, stoic kind of guy...the first time I took his order I was very careful to get it right because he doesn't seem like the kind of person you joke around with. The strange thing is that I don't feel creeped out by him...he just seems like a very genuine person. I wouldn't go out with him just cause I would be way too self-conscious that I'm going out with some one who's at least 40 years older than I am...but for now, it makes for a good story.

So that's my life in a nutshell...