Survey says...

The wait was probably the worst part of it all. As it turns out the type of assistance I needed as I sat there in the Counseling Office required the attention of an actual "counselor" and not just an "advisor". This subtle difference resulted in the hour and a half long disintegration of my posture in the small chair at which I sat, nodding off several times to a whole-body jerk back to consciousness. This scene replayed itself for the entire duration in 25 minute intervals.

For some reason I just could not fall asleep last night.

A few times I sort of drifted into a half-awake, half-asleep deluge of flooded images and several second mental snippets of what it would be like in the military. Just images of taking cover behind parked cars and returning fire with an M16. When I snapped out of that one I realized my shoulder was jerking in anticipation of the recoil from the burst-fire weapon I wasn't holding. I don't remember falling asleep after that before I woke up this morning.

This morning started off rather promising. Saint stopped by to wake me up and accompany her to the gym. After the restless night prior, I agreed a good workout was in order and boy was I right. Saint and I have been through quite a few doozies in our personal relationship. We've been friends for almost two years now, which for me is an accomplishment. I'm an easy enough guy to get to know but when it comes to trusting someone and letting them into my weird little world... there are complications.

We even attempted a relationship once, with all but the best of intentions. Sadly (and it was all me, as it is often said) a relationship was not the proper place to position each other in our lives. We're very good friends and I'm blessed to say that. I'm beyond grateful to have people like her in my life. With this in mind we find ourselves trying to return our friendship to normalcy, or at least as close to it as can be.

The workout was everything I needed. Ran a mile (10 minutes, ugh) did upper body and abs... a nice light morning to start off the day so why not. I get to school to do some work in the office for Noize, got the United States Marines recruitment staff on board to donate their time (which is sweet). Between faxes though, I couldn't help but glance at the clock. After stopping by the counseling center I had filled out my worksheet thingy and got my place in line... estimated time of wait: 2 hours, according the secretary. So why not, I go back to the office and work for about the duration and return obediently. I find the original time given to me was grossly misunderestimated, which returns us to the described scene beginning this post.

They finally call my name. I follow the counseling lady deeper into the darker bowels of the center to her office. I greet her politely, take a deep breath, and explain I was there to check my academic status.

Guess who not only passed all their classes but actually did well AND has two thumbs?

This guy.


Cheers.