Home…Again.

I know, I know–it’s been forever and a day since I’ve blogged, but believe me when I say the last couple weeks of school were the hardest yet. Trying to deal with several papers and a test for each class all while retaining what little sanity you have left is tricky business. Thankfully the horror of finals ended and I was able to drive back down to a wonderful little place called Gilbert, Arizona.

What have I done since I’ve been home? Nothing. Am I ok with this? Yes, ma’am.

One productive part of my week came when I chaperoned on Andie’s field trip. Needless to say, it was awesome. I woke up (relatively) early, grabbed the sack lunch my mommy packed for me, and accompanied Andie to her 5th grade classroom. I got to ride a yellow school bus (an experience I assumed I would enjoy more out of pure nostalgia) and run around with 30 5th graders for a couple hours at the Happy Heart Center. (Andie will tell you it’s the Halle Heart Center because it’s named after some person or something, but I’m sticking with Happy) I learned all about eating healthy and exercising and how your heart works. It was about this point that I realized two things:

  1. Elementary school teachers are saints. I could never be responsible for that many crazy children and still be a nice person. Bless you, Elementary Ed.
  2. We should have field trips in college. I would learn way more if I could play with cool exhibits and watch cheesy detective movies. Time to talk to Cecil O.
After we were done there, we took a trip to the Riparian Reserve, a park type thing behind the public library. We ate lunch on the playground and then walked back to school through the reserve. I’m used to running on the paths since it’s right behind my house, but it was fun to see it with Andie. We decided we need to have a bike ride through there sometime over the break.
Even though I learned all these cool things about the heart and how in functions in our bodies, the coolest thing I learned is how cool Andie is. I loved spending time with her and was grateful she showed me the ropes. I happen to love that little squirt, and I am so grateful I get to be with her and the rest of my family forever.
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Irony

Isn’t is funny that every time you check my blog for updates, all you find is that big, pink word–procrastination?? Because that’s exactly what I’m doing–procrastinating my next post. I don’t have anything clever to say. Heck, I’m not sure I’ll make it through the week alive most of the time. But be assured–there will be a post in the near future. Let me just make it through finals first.