Today I sit in my room, listening to the soft melodies of Taylor Swift and thinking about my day. It's been an odd one. Wednesdays are normally my favorite days of the week, but not being able to sing makes that a little difficult. Though it was highly entertaining in aural skills when i had to croak out that I couldn't sing. Even my professor had to stifle a laugh.
But that's not what's on my mind. My mind is on my strange contentedness. I spent an unexpected hour at a cultural event on campus about women in America's prisons. It was really dark and sad, but I really enjoyed it. With all of the time I spend in music, it's really refreshing to spend some time with a different mindset. The film was hosted by the Sociology and Anthropology depts, and one of the professors who talked afterwards was a hoot. She was trying to lighten the mood and get the other students to talk about the film. It didn't work, of course, since everyone just wanted to leave and get their cultural event credit, but I was totally paying attention. I went up to the professor after and asked her name. She is Dr. James of the Soc dept, and just happens to be who I'm going to have for Marriage and the Family during Maymester. I am officially excited for summer classes.
After that, I got dragged into attending a mini info session with Coach Peele, the head Basketball coach here. He brought pizza and shirts and talked about the season that starts on Saturday with Homecoming, He was a really nice man, and was fascinated when he learned I was from California. We talked back and forth about the Bay area for a couple minutes, and then he was amazed when he found out I went to Herndon High. He knows Coach Hall, and so we laughed at how small the world is.
And so now I sit in my room, procrastinating on my music theory homework. I look in the mirror and see a beautiful person, even after finding out that I've gained nearly 8 pounds in two weeks. I'm excited to become a better singer even as I can hardly speak better than a frog. I can't wait to have two junior level Sociology classes next semester. I'm afraid for my future. I have no idea how I'm going to have enough money to feed myself for the rest of the semester. I miss my homes in both California and Virginia. My body is turning on me. But I'm happy. I am. Somehow the uncertainty is just as comforting as it is unnerving?
So I sit here, looking at my words to no one and the world and my notebook creeps back into my peripheral. I'm reminded of my responsibilities and relationships and commitments. And I'm reminded of my solitary at the same time. And in this strange limbo of lives, I'm content.
...and a little dizzy. Maybe time to get some water and work done?
