I cleaned up Christmas this last weekend, because I knew that it was going to be one of the few when I wouldn't have a billion homework and a tall man to help me put things away. Sorry, guys.
The first week and a half of school has been rather uneventful. Except for one big thing: this is the longest I've ever lasted in a semester being entirely caught up in the readings and assignments for all my classes!!! WAHOOO! Yeah, I should get, like, a medal or something.
Mike's MCAT prep course started last night. I even stayed after work to plan a presentation with my group from ELang for this morning, and didn't get home until about 6:30, and I still had three hours to get whatever I wanted done before husband showed. This is going to be a very long semester. I realized later that I had forgotten to turn the sound back up on my phone, and that Mike's sister, Amy, had called me, but I missed it. Bummer. Maybe you should call me Thursday evening, Amy. I'll need some human interaction. :)
Today for my 202 class (World Literature after 1500), we were supposed to read 1 1/2 acts of Othello, which I have read several times, including for my Shakespeare class last year. Thus, during the discussion, I got all deep on Iago and whatnot, and I have a suspicious feeling that most of it was way over the heads of the majority of the class (they're not English majors). It was fun, though. I felt all knowledgeable.
You know what's fabulous? Having access to a personal computer all day on campus so I don't have to wrestle with somebody for a lab computer. All I have to do is close the door to my office so people don't try to do work with me. It's very convenient. Most days when I come here I do homework, but today I needed to blog.
I feel like I complain a lot on this blog. If you reader types feel the same way, I'm really sorry. To make up for it, I'm going to pull a Sister Nettles and talk about the things I'm grateful for today.
I am grateful for an amazing husband who is authorized and worthy to give me priesthood blessings, sometimes more often than others would think. I am especially grateful for what a good man he is; he's righteous, kind, ambitious, protective, fun, and is always there ready to hold me when I really need him to, even if he should most definitely be studying. I'm grateful for friends around me who are so open and kind and invite us to things. I'm grateful for a solid job, where I'm paid decent money and I feel needed and rewarded for what I do. I'm grateful for (as much as I hate to say it) school, and the opportunities I have here. As much as I hate college sometimes, there are things I am able to do and learn here that I could never do anywhere else, and it will benefit me so much in the long run. I'm grateful for a family who raised me with goals, standards, and an eternal perspective, so I have made these realizations. I'm also very grateful that they love me. That's something I feel really blessed for.
Most of all, I'm grateful for my Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ, who came to this earth to atone for my sins, die and be resurrected so that I can live again. Not only does his atonement make it possible for Mike and I and our family to be sealed eternally because we can repent of our sins, but he also understands my sorrows, my sicknesses, my broken hearts. He gives me hope even when the only feeling I can find by myself is despair. Because of the Lord, the dark places of my life are made light.
You probably weren't expecting this post to end up as a serious one. But since I'm already on a roll, I'll end with one more thing.
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
