Metro

The weirdest stuff happens on public transportation. I love riding public tramsportation because you never know who you are going to meet. It's a perfect chance to brighten someones day by giving up your seat or just smiling at them. I like people watching too. Thinking about who they are and what they might be up to.

I was riding the MetroRail from my $3 parking garage to the medical center (where it normally costs $11 to park), when I met a random (old?) man holding a cooked turkey. He had barely stepped onto the train when I noticed him staring at me. This happens alot so I pretended not to notice, when all of a sudden he struck up a conversation:
-You are the sexiest 82 year old I have ever seen.
-What? (Trying not to burst out laughing.)
-Your hoodie says established 1924...that makes you 82...(my Harding hoodie)
-I guess I do age pretty well...haha.
-I bet your husband/boyfriend is 106. You married?
-No.
-You know girls should always marry older guys. Young guys nowadays are so immature.
And don't you worry, the right guy will come for you. You know in my day....[a 5 minute speech ensues about how boys in his day were respectful of women and they didn't take bazookas to school to shoot each other, they took footballs and an occasional book...and people didn't get knocked up at age 12, and I should just have fun, but be careful not the get knocked up.] And by the way, if I was looking to have a little fun, he is a fun guy, and could take me out for some drinks.

Despite myself, I am laughing out loud at this point. People on the train are smiling, I even hear some muffled chuckles. I politely smile at this guy, and say thanks for the offer, but this is my stop. As I get off the train, so does he. He continues talking: he has not stopped talking since the moment he got on the train and spotted me. He tells me that when I date the next guy or break up with the current guy for being a jerk...I should put an add in the Chronicle for: [his name here] inviting an older, more mature man for drinks and a "fun time." Then he tells me to have a blessed day, as I cross the street to work. Haha!

Leadership Retreat

I just came home from a leadership retreat regarding the Singles Ministry. I am excited to be a part of the team that is planning to jumpstart this ministry...and let me tell you there is a desperate need for it. I think I deserve a place to belong at church, as do all the other young people who are still trying to figure out their lives. We had a wonderful weekend of planning and motivating each other...and best of all tubing at the Lakehouse! My very first experience of being dragged in a tube by a boat was definitely a good one!

RoadTrip!

I am excited to be going out of town this weekend! I am heading up to Dallas to see my Aunt Lucie, Uncle David, and adorable little cousins, then going on to Abilene to see Soneeg! Hooray!

Answered Prayer!

Medzmama is officially home from the hospital!!!!
HOORAY!!!!!!

New School

So far, so good! It really is exciting to be on such a huge campus, despite the fact that you have to park about a 10-mile hike away from the edge of campus. The parking is insane! By the time you make it to class you are drenched in your own sweat and dehydrated, but besides that I really like UH so far. The classes are huge and there are so many people everywhere. I love the diversity! I have already run into people I knew back in high school, so that has been fun. I was shocked today to hear the professor cursing while he lectured. All the things people say about the Harding bubble is true. It definitely isn't real life. But it was a nice bubble. I might miss it. Although, I must admit hearing that old man curse was hilarious. And there is an awesome student center area...with a starbucks and a smoothie king and a million other restaurants and cafes and such. Yes...be jealous Harding... Another thing to be jealous of is that there is no attendance policy! Hooray for being in a "real college" not a boarding school pretending to be a college!

UH

I have been trying to decide which Houston school I should transfer to, and after much deliberation, I have decided to transfer to UH. I start classes this Monday. I feel so rusty on the whole school thing. I hope I remember how to read and write and stuff. :) I will be here all year long. At first I was kind of bummed about it, but now I am kinda excited. There is a lot to do here in Houston and I am excited to be going to a "real life" college (just like the ones you see on T.V.). You know the type: 800 students per class, auditorium seating, no attendance, no classes on fridays, and you actually get national holidays off. It's great! I will be taking physics 2 even though I took physics 1 about a year ago! I pretty much forgot everything I learned, but hopefully it'll come back fast. I am excited/anxious for school to start. I feel like a freshman all over again. I hope I can find all my buildings...

Princess Imani

Camp Imani was AWESOME! It is always a great experience, but I particularly needed it this year. This would be the first thing that I have done that wasn't in a hospital or my house since March when I had my surgery. It was so great for me to be able to feel even semi-normal again. Although compared to last year, I could easily see that I am still very weakened and cannot do the things I once could. I already sound like a grandma reminiscing about the good old days, don't I? Haha. Well, that's my life and I'll deal with it.

It is soooo fun to be an intern at Camp. Some people have begun calling me Princess Imani because I was practically being pampered the entire time. I could basically do whatever I wanted to. I was ordered to take frequent naps, rest, and not do anything too strenuous. I did mostly everything the other interns did, except for moving some things, and I did skip one day of flagpole. They took extra good care of me. I literally got asked how I was doing about 20 times a day. I appreciated it though. :) Can't wait until next summer when I will be as good as new!