Commuting

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I hate commuting, but its teaching me to grow up a little. I need to manage my time better, but it feels like I'm losing a lot of the social aspect. I'm glad I got to dorm my first year, its pretty hard to make friends when you don't live close by. After class, all I could think of is the long (11.2 miles) commute back home. And although 11.2 miles doesn't seem too much, I'm driving about 22.4 x 5 miles a week. On top of that, I have to take my roommate to class at 8AM even when my class starts at 9AM. Its pretty bad right now, and I'm trying my best to manage, but part of me just wants to quit every day. Its getting colder, and its getting harder to get up from bed. Well I have 30 minutes before class starts, and I need to do something. I also need a new laptop, preferably a netbook. My laptop is about 13.3 pounds and I'm lugging it all day. Its probably not good for my back, but its my only source of notes and entertainment as I'm stuck on campus until late at night.

Other than commuting I'm also having trouble deciding on my emphasis. I'm stressing over the fact that I need to drop BUS 21, which is an accounting class, because I just don't need it, but I'll be down to only 3 classes. Something about 3 classes seems insufficient to me. I WANT to take 4 classes, but there is just no classes to take.

Aside from that I also am a bit worried about the group arrangements for my BUS 100 class. Group projects are always challenging because its hard to work together. The assignment itself isn't difficult, but I believe making the time where everyone could work together is going to be a bit hard.

Lately, and I'm laughing as I type this, I've been making pretty awkward eye contacts with people. And no, I don't know these people, but sometimes I would be sitting down waiting for class and I would see a pretty girl across from me doing her own thing and I tend to look up and stare for a brief moment. The awkward part occurs when she looks up too and we make eye contact, but we both immediately break it off. What seems like 5 minutes later we would do it again, and I'm so pansy I couldn't even approach her and make conversation.

After re-reading everything, I realize my worry and stress are in vain, I have to remember that God is in control. Who am I to add a single hour to my life by worrying. This ended up to be a pretty dumb blog, but its amusing at the same time. Well class is starting soon.

Stanley