This picture expresses how I have felt today.

Sadly, my camera has been out of operation for a few weeks and it will remain that way until I receive it back in the mail. I shipped my poor camera to Hildago today to get it fixed. The little bugger wouldn't turn on... no sign of life whatsoever.

My phone, on the other hand, is not getting fixed because after being in the Verizon store for ten minutes, I became extremely intimidated and left. I don't want to talk about it.

The other night at class was a "welcome to the real world" sort of night. Every time I go to this particular class, I feel as if my mind becomes slightly more polluted by the things said within the classroom by fellow students. However, the other night was exceptionally discouraging. I was running on about 4 hours of sleep and had been there all day. So, naturally, everything seemed a little worse to begin with.

Several topics were discussed that I am adamantly opposed to and cannot listen to without growing frustrated. On top of our discussion about gay rights, my friend in the class informed me (before class began) that she is having some family problems and explained in detail what they were. This caused my heart to feel even heavier and sadder. Then in my text book there is this picture of a kid getting torn from his adopted parents' arms and taken by his biological father after 4 years of living with his adoptive parents (and not knowing that this biological father even existed). The kid is crying and I imagine the adoptive parents were too. That made my heart hurt even further. Family law is a complicated and sad area of the law (mostly) and my class seems to be experiencing the different aspects of it in their own personal lives. Most of them have been in a court room before.

Halfway through the class, one of the students showed up and handed in her paper (causing a slight whisper to go around the class) and my teacher asked, "Are you alright?" And standing there with a little shake in her posture, she replied, "No, not really." But, then she left and class resumed.

It was just a very bizare ending to an extremely long day. I'm at school on Wednesdays from 8 a.m. to 8:50 p.m. I am glad there are only 3 more weeks left of that routine.

Holding quiet and still so as to hear.

O Love, that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in Thee;

I give Thee back the life I owe,

That in Thine ocean depths it flow

May richer, fuller be.

-George Matheson

People I've known for a loooong time.

Dull moment.

6 more hours left of the workday. Thankfully, it is a wonderful day to be inside. For the past 3 hours, I've been sitting here listening to the peacefully constant dripping of rain on my windows. Lately, there hasn't been much for me to do, which has provided me ample time to count the panels on the ceiling and walls. It can get extremely dull just "twiddling my thumbs." As a result, I resort to things such as blogging to "kill" the time.

One week until spring break. Then four more weeks and I'll get to "walk (the condition precedent being that I pass Family Law)." I'm not too worried. The end of the tunnel is in sight. Time goes by so incredibly fast.

Lewwws beach

Wednesday, March 17, 2010 -

I skipped night class in order to enjoy the bright & sunny 67 degree day outside with Andrew. Without a doubt, it was worth it. We walked and biked and talked, ate ice cream and drove with our windows down.

I'm not generally a "bad student" who only shows up to the minimum amount of classes necessary to pass the class. No, quite the opposite- this is the first class I have missed this semester. My opinion is that class should be attended. However, I'm also a wild enthusiast of warmer weather and Andrew. So, for once, that superseded the lecture.

Spring is coming.

Yesterday, Andrew and I took advantage of the slightly warmer weather and went canoeing. We have been itching to do something outside. So, we borrowed a canoe from Josh and pushed off his dock around 3 p.m. Josh was glad to have a brief respit from working and tagged along for a while in his kayak. The scenery was an assortment of browns and was rather dead looking compared to the vibrant and flourishing scences of summer when the pond is spotted by myriads of green lily pads. But, the reflections were gorgeous and there were wildlife inhabitants around to watch. Each season has its own beauty. Andrew educated me on some of the names of birds I saw and answered many of my questions regarding their habits and lifestyles. It was very peaceful and relaxing to be breathing in the fresh air and gliding on top of water. I look forward to the summer to come where more of these trips can be made in much warmer weather.

(:

Andrew.