Choose Your Poison

Today was the first day of school. These days, the first day of school is not nearly as exciting as the first day of middle school, or even high school. I didn't have any new clothes, although beautiful Brooke let me borrow a shirt since all my things are packed away in my new hollow house with no sink or bathtub. It was a sweet shirt. I didn't have any new school supplies, just an orange binder in which I managed to jam a text book, syllabi and note cards.
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?"
"Accounting."
(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.