Aberdeen
I lost my necklace. It was my favorite necklace. A double leather strap deal, that held a cross (more of a plus-sign, at Katy’s observation). Around the leather, I added a little silver ring, with the words “believe” imprinted in the metal. This ring is from the family of a good friend. But what has happened, “is” I say? Not, “was”? Yes, we retraced all of my steps (I sure walk around a lot in one hour) and eventually returned to my classroom. Katy had the key to the physics room. I knew there was a reason she had a physics internship two summers ago! A little leg work, a little agonizing, and silent thoughts yielded success. I won’t soon forget the image of the cross lying there on the classroom floor, the ring off the chain and sitting nearby. I’m getting that clasp fixed.
That necklace is like lucky underwear to me. You know? The thing you wear when you know it’s going to be a tough day. The little charm you pull out to ease your worrying. Come to think of it, I may have too many of those. At last count, it’s one lucky eraser (which has almost erased itself out), a lucky pencil, and the aforementioned. I’ve never thought of myself as overly superstitious. Do you have any lucky underwear?
I was pretty nervous for the first pre-dental observation. After all, I am only a Freshman here, and I felt like I didn’t know enough. However, they made me feel at ease and the near-three hours flew by. The people were great, and I learned about the inner workings of the private practice; you meet all sorts of great people. It was very very eduentermacating. Next one is next Tuesday.
Sleeping is going better, I have finally gotten into some sort of routine. This is a fantastic (and fortuitous) change from the previous daily random almagamation of events broadsiding my troubled sub-conscious. Somewhere, at some point, I got tired of it. I was finally able to say “enough.” That hasn’t made it any easier, but things flow more predictably now. Self-confidence comes from within. You aren’t listening. Didn’t that register? Gotta find it out for yourself.
“I’ve made myself.”
I keep thinking about that role of 35mm 200 at home; there must be something special waiting to be photographed on it. I’ll get it this weekend. Finally, I must leave so that I may perform my most frusterating and most satisfying responsibility to the best of my ability.