01 September 2009
Choose Your Poison
While I waited in line to pick up the third of the textbooks I could afford, this guy behind me started talking to me.
"How are you?"
I looked around awaiting to hear an answer from someone, then turned, "Are you talking to me?"
Nod. Then I said, "I'm fine, Thank you , and yourself?"
I don't remember what he said, I just took the moment to take in who exactly I was talking to. A very tall, rotund man who seemed to have had a tough time making it up the stairs.
The next question: "So what's your poison?"
The question seemed appropriate according to my thought process: "arsenic, rat poison, anything but school." But in light of the moment, I didn't quite understand,
"As far as textbooks go...?"
"What are you studying? I'm a firm believer that everyone's major slowly kills them."
"Oh. I'm studying speech pathology. For a long time I didn't know if that is what I wanted, but I had a great summer, and I know that's what I want to do. What are you studying?"
(saw that coming).
Anyway, as rude as this blog is, my creepy acquaintance helped me realize that I do have a purpose for being here even if I feel depressed about school. My major is not slowly killing me, not if I don't let it.
I did have a great summer, I do miss those kids every day with my whole mind and heart. I do want to do well at BYU, I do I do I do I do.
Just do it Red.
It helps the process of BYU along when I walk into the bookstore and reunite with my very most wonderful-dedicated friend from high school, Kathleen after a couple years. I praise God everyday for His wonderful creations.