We Will, We Will Rock You

It is almost over. Tomorrow I will apply to the BFA. I’m going to pick up my slides tomorrow at noon. I know I'm cutting it extremely close, but for some reason time slips by me. I get sidetracked too easily, like I’m a cat. One minute I’m focused on something, the next I’m staring after a floating lint particle.
Today, I got one of my professors to be my advisor. This was honestly the scariest part of the whole process. I even took my letter of intent to him to look over. I marched myself into his office and asked if I could talk to him. He said, “Sure, I have some time in February.”
Now normally this would have fazed me, but I stood my ground and he smiled and was like, “Oh, you meant now? Well, have a seat.”
I calmly explained what I wanted. I had him sign the application and chatted a bit about my letter and then off I went.
I just have to get my academic report, a picture of myself, (I have no idea why; maybe so they remember who I am) and a self addressed stamped envelope to get my slides back.

After that I just have to catch up on all the rest of my assignments…*gulp*

Just Around the River Bend

Ever feel like you are so excited for something that you can hardly keep from bursting into a million pieces?
Ever feel like you are dreading something so much that you are being squeezed together and your insides are getting squished?


Have you ever ran toward a cliff, reached the edge and just at that moment you hold your breath wondering if you are going to fly or fall?


It's that time for me.
*holds breathe*

A Poem

Thankful hearts in the time of beautiful
celebration. Far from home, it is not
where I feel I belong. Still thankful, so
very thankful for it is still some place
I feel am wanted.
In trepidation still I walk, careful
not to be the burden. Grateful even
for the little bit that's given. Hopeful
Tomorrow's load will not overshadow
the blessings of today.