Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

SCHOOL STARTS ON MONDAY. I HAVE TWO MORE DAYS LEFT AT WORK. LYDIA HAS MOVED TO PROVO. I'M DATING A MOST SPECTACULAR GUY. Or in other words: On Monday the sequence of getting up, being responsible enough to go to class, organizing my time to get my homework done, and learning as much as possible shall begin.  My current schedule consists of 16.5 credits, four of which are CHEM 105.  I think of the class and I think of my textbook and I get frightened a bit.  I have filled the other 12.5 credits with 6 classes.  They shall keep me on my toesies! I have 5 classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday beginning at 7 am and ending at 3 pm.  Tuesday I only have my Chemistry Lab (my easy day, AKA, my day of homework.) and Thursday I have 3 classes.  BRING IT ON BABY.  I feel like I'll have a lot more time this semester than the last semester even though I only had 14 credits last semester.  Why? Because I'm leaving my job as the Secretary for...

So, to those of you who remember my car being lost , I had another little episode today. This morning I woke up completely dead, confused, and just all around out of it.  That happens when you go to bed at 1:30 in the morning after a really really long, full day.  I got to work late, was beating myself up, and not quite engaging my brain in the most productive way.  Then comes my lunch break!  Hooray!  I grab the office key and my purse, quickly put the key away, then head back to my apartment.  On the walk home I look down at my hand to see the key swinging from my fingers.  I'm utterly confused at to why I have my key still, but I just go home and think really hard that I can't leave it at my apartment because then I won't be able to get back into my office.  Half way through lunch I want to see if I have any texts or calls I missed, so I go to my purse and rummaged around in it for a few seconds only to realize I must have left my phone a...