Caller: Vanessa, please.
Me: May I ask who's calling?
Caller: Sean from DNG.
Me: Will she know what this is regarding?
Caller: Yes.
Me: And you said you're from DNG?
Caller: Yes, like Dolce and Gabbana...
This morning after I got ready for my day, left my apartment, got into my car, and made the drive toward campus for the thousandth time, the following raced through my head: "I do this every day. I feel like this is one sure thing. You can't be sure of anything."
Every single day of my life for the last two weeks has been completely different, logistically, emotionally, etc. My first semester has really tested my ability to adapt to change, and until now I think I've been succeeding. For the first time this year, academics was probably last on my list of priorities. I've added commitments that basically ensure weekends provide my only free time (if even then). When I've seen my friends, my mind is so consumed with thoughts of other things that I can barely carry on interesting conversations. And I re-acquired my talent for bitching about unimportant things.
It's baffling how one quick motion can put you completely off balance. But I guess I'm lucky I noticed it well in advance of it ruining my second-to-the-last semester of college. This week, I'm forcing myself to take charge. When I make it to next Sunday with all commitments successfully completed, then I can decide what I really have time for.
Oh, and if you haven't visited PostSecret.com this week, stop what you are doing and click immediately. The new ones are thought-provoking, to say the very least.
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