So, I am moved out. It has been three weeks. I love it. Of course I miss my family and friends like crazy,but I enjoy the freedom, and it was time for a change. I could possibly have the best roommates in the world. You can try to argue with me, but I am stubborn.. So I always win. :)
My classes are good (excluding oceanography.. that class is awful, but I have hope for it.) I am taking :
5.History of Jazz
I am excited about them all, but I am not excited about the studying that I am going to have to do.. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
I met a guy in my Math class today and he speaks 5 languages. One of them includes Creole. Who speaks Creole!? That guy. That is who. And even though he does not know it yet, he is going to help me practice my Creole.. When I start learning it that is. I mean seriously, what are the chances that I will meet a guy that speaks Creole.. which happens to be the language spoken in Haiti..
Speaking of Haiti.. I dream about it almost every night. It is weird. They are so real. The other night I was dreaming that I was there and playing with the kids and then I woke up in Baton Rouge.. I was on the verge of tears. I miss those people greatly, and cannot wait until I can be with them again.
But for now, I am here. Completely. Because Mother Teresa always puts it best. "Love begins by taking care of the closest ones-the ones at home"