So... I ended up transferring to Trinity-- (no, not because there were not mountains in NE). I was in NE by myself, no family, and not much for close friends though I knew lots of names and lots knew mine. I was faced with some things that I was warned I would be faced with-- a.k.a. lies in the form of scientific philosophies, questionable professor, crazy literature... you know, (or maybe you're currently being educated), the stuff that colleges like to teach. Yeah, it's good to stay close with people who are sane and can help you fight through battles like those when there's an attack on what's pure and good; and I ended back in the state of those who love me :)
Not everything was bad in NE. It is nice to be in a small town when drivers elevate a digit above the steering wheel to say hello. And I experienced my first beautiful bonfire since probably when I was little. I also learned that Nebraskans keep soft tissues, which was a good thing. And, not only did I learn what a Runza was, but my friend's Mom told me how to make them, (which I did when I got back to my home state).
Moving on, after 1.5 years at Trinity, I took a few semesters off, and restarted at a nearby community college where I received a Phlebotomy Certificate and an Associate of Arts Transfer Degree. I transferred with that degree to my current University where I am working on the completion of my compiled baccalaureate's as a combination of 4, (probably soon to be 5), schools-- (as I am looking forward to the chance of a short-term study abroad).
And tonight, at my fourth University, I am currently blogging while my typing should be taking place for a Spanish essay on a word document. Por eso, debo salir. But before I do, I'll say that tonight is one of those where I'm feeling a bit sleepy after studying in the library until 10:30 after leaving late from work and recently knocking a suite-mates disposed-of tortilla salad off of its "perch" atop the garbage can. But I'm blessed, so I don't mind! A little bit of three-napkin sweeping didn't hurt me no how. So for the good cause of getting to this paper del espanol, I shall say a good night to you all!
...BTW, if you don't know what a Runza is just ask me!
Not everything was bad in NE. It is nice to be in a small town when drivers elevate a digit above the steering wheel to say hello. And I experienced my first beautiful bonfire since probably when I was little. I also learned that Nebraskans keep soft tissues, which was a good thing. And, not only did I learn what a Runza was, but my friend's Mom told me how to make them, (which I did when I got back to my home state).
Moving on, after 1.5 years at Trinity, I took a few semesters off, and restarted at a nearby community college where I received a Phlebotomy Certificate and an Associate of Arts Transfer Degree. I transferred with that degree to my current University where I am working on the completion of my compiled baccalaureate's as a combination of 4, (probably soon to be 5), schools-- (as I am looking forward to the chance of a short-term study abroad).
And tonight, at my fourth University, I am currently blogging while my typing should be taking place for a Spanish essay on a word document. Por eso, debo salir. But before I do, I'll say that tonight is one of those where I'm feeling a bit sleepy after studying in the library until 10:30 after leaving late from work and recently knocking a suite-mates disposed-of tortilla salad off of its "perch" atop the garbage can. But I'm blessed, so I don't mind! A little bit of three-napkin sweeping didn't hurt me no how. So for the good cause of getting to this paper del espanol, I shall say a good night to you all!
...BTW, if you don't know what a Runza is just ask me!
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