Today we were stuck in our research class until 1:00. Stuck, like rock and hard place stuck. She wouldn't let us leave, even though most of us did random bits of nothing for 2 and 1/2 hours. Even after 1:00 I had to stick around campus to turn something in at 2:00, so I got a carmel apple cider and a cheese plate and went upstairs to the MU which was packed by the way because it got down to 60 degrees today and all the Arizona kids wanted to be indoors. I don't blame them, in fact I was one of them.
So I had to go to this lady's office in Farmer. I'm not a huge fan of Farmer especially in the winter. The whole building is cement with a fountain in the middle, and when the wind blows through the building the fountain sprays. But as I was walking to the office with my starbucks cup, and large jacket this sudden feeling of familiarity came over me. I couldn't pin point why right away, and then it hit me. Second semester of freshmen year, Stephanie, Emily, and I would get Einstein's on the way to class and eat at the tables (the freezing cold cement tables) in Farmer. It was cold, and I was usually pretty tired but it's a good memory. A memory good enough to give me that nice feeling of familiarity.
I'm not trying to reconcile anything, I'm not trying to be the happy go between that makes everything better and like it used to be. It's never going to be like it used to be, and I'm going to have to be a grown up and accept that. I think I have for the most part. It's just every once in a while when I realize that I'm not a huge fan of my every day life right now, I miss having people close to watch a stupid movie with and laugh about nothing. Like being ceremoniously endoured with Chinesehood, and waking up to Little Red Riding Hood in my bathroom.
That's all for now, I didn't mean to upset myself.
Thanks,
Becky
