Today was the first time I’ve had a good week in a long time. A good day is one thing, but a good week just never happens for me. Its especially unusual because I’ve been consistently functioning on only about 4 hours of sleep a day.
I think I’m happy with my week mainly because I finally feel like I know what I want to do with my life. It took a while to rule all the other possibilities out before finally realizing that the only career I’ll ever really enjoy involves being surrounded by music. I wish I had been more honest with myself from the beginning. Instead I made the judgement that music was a hobby, not something I could build a career around.
However, now that I’ve accepted that I will not be satisfied with anything less than my dream, I will soon be a music education major. I still feel a little weary about the idea of being a teacher, but its growing on me.
I got about 2 hours of sleep last night because my room mate was on the phone until 5 o’clock in the morning. I don’t tell her how annoyed I am, I just get up and go to class at some point. I come back to my room after my morning classes are over, and try to catch some Z’s for an hour. I can’t sleep because I just had caffeinated soda for lunch. As I’m in my room trying to sleep, I realize I’m inside, and its really cold. I’m really not looking forward to walking to my next class in -16 degree weather. But I decide I’ll go anyway .Just as I’m starting to dream, I look at the clock. My class starts in 10 minutes.
While I’m getting ready, I remember that class was canceled the day before because my teacher was sick. There is a fairly good chance that she isn’t feeling better yet and has canceled again today. However, I have no way of knowing if that’s true until I get there.
I walk outside; its cold, and I’m not liking it. I get to the building just as I’m starting to lose the feeling in my ears. As I’m walking in, I see a couple of my class mates walking out. Sure enough, no class today. Then I have to walk back to my dorm. FML.