Learning New Things Everyday

Sorry for not posting anything yesterday, I was a bit busy. I had to babysit my sister's kids, and by the time she got home I had fallen asleep and didn't want to get on the computer to post anything. But I did want to say, today and yesterday were very interesting days. Yesterday, I learned that I actually love the idea of being super early to something. My mom had to drop me up about an hour before class started to run and do something, but I didn't mind waiting for class at all. In Philosophy we discussed different types of Philosophy and such, and then the instructor brought up one of Aristotle's statements: "Every human is mortal" then we started discussing that. Saying if a human came and said they were 275 years old, would you believe them? What proof would you except form them? And if you did believe they were immortal, would you argue that in that case they weren't human? I got me thinking, "Well, then that depends on your definition of a human." That lead to more thoughts: "Just because they haven't died yet doesn't mean they can't die. If the weren't human, can whatever they are be mortal? If so, would we argue that that thing is human?" After class, a lady was asking me if I knew the answer. I told her no, it was all about how you thought. She kept saying that she wished the teacher would just tell us the answer, even though I told her there was no answer. It was then I realized there are different types of people in this world. I divided it into three so far. The first is the type of person that will look at a picture and see just a picture. The second will look at the picture and wonder about the history of it. The third (which I see myself as) and wonder why. Why the artist drew it, why did they pick those colors? What were they feeling when they drew it? Why were they feeling it? The third person looks at something and makes questions about it, and makes questions from those questions, and questions from those, but there are no answers to those questions, but yet those questions are the answers. And that's what Philosophy is all about.

Speaking of different people, I should let you know that there is a distinct difference between a man and a boy. Before you go thinking wrong on me let me tell you something. A male can be 6 and be a boy. A male can be 19 and still be a boy. A male can be 42 and still be a boy. A male can be 100,000,000 years old and he will still be a boy. Being a man has nothing to do with how old you are, how you look, how strong you are, or how many girls you have/can get. It's all in his heart. A boy will put himself before others, and man will put others before himself. It isn't until a boy makes a selfless decision that he becomes a man. Today I learned that what I believe is true. While I was waiting for class, a guy who looked like he was 35-40 years old, but he was acting like a child. "I don't know why that teacher hasn't kicked me out of her class yet" I overheard him saying. It was then I knew what I've been saying is true.

"A hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the size of his heart" - Zeus (Disney's Hercules) 

Today was different. My mother, my sister and I went all the way to Vinton, Texas to eat at a place called "Alice Burritos" and if you tried one, you would understand why we went all the way out there. They are delicious. We got back just in time for class, which was nice as always. As I was waiting for my mother to pick me up (a.k.a. 35-45 minutes) I wished I could actually drive myself. I spent most of today suffering with a headache. It only went away when I laid down, but there was too much to do to just lay about. It was my father's birthday, so we had to get everything ready for him. After he got home, we had some cake and ice cream and everything was awesome. We shared stories that my parents only told me to my sister. Like the time my father caught a Conch Snail when they lived and Florida, and placed it in a coffee can next to the house. One day they were about to go on some vacation, and when my father was about to pack up the snail, he saw the cup was empty. He assumed my mother threw the snail back in the ocean, since they lived right near it. They went on a trip all the way to California and back to Houston, Texas were my Uncle, Sonny, lives. When my dad was unloading the luggage, he found the snail wrapped up in the back of the trunk, dead and dried out. :C Poor Snail. It was actually the first time my sister heard that story XD So seeing her reaction was priceless~

• Today.... I grew concerned... I believe the Canadian has arrived, and he is the instructor teaching my 3D Animation class. I started suspecting this when he said that he just moved her not too long ago. Then when I was waiting for my mother, he came up to me and asked if I was waiting for some one. He said if I was bored, he had a play station in his office. I turned him down, saying my mother was going to be there soon, but I wanted to run downstairs as soon as he said he had an office. I don't know if he is my Boaz. Part of me hopes he's not, but part of me says just wait and see. He seems too old to be my Boaz, but then I look at everyone and assume they they are just a billion years old and I'm only 6. If that's the case, how will I ever find love? I think about trying to make myself more mature, but I can't give up the way I behave, they things I like, the things I like to do, but then... Wouldn't my Boaz be the same? Wouldn't he have problems being mature like I do? I guess I'll just have to wait and see....

A Day of Miracles

Today started like any other day, except I actually got up early.  I usually get up at like 10-11, but today I got up and seven, and I drove my baby brother to school! (Not by myself, I still have to drive with an adult) I was supposed to be doing that since school started but I haven't been able to because I get up late, because I go to bed late.... I can't sleep...

Anyway, after we got done cleaning up the house a little, me and my mom headed down to Savers just to have a look. They already have Halloween stuff up and I am excited for my costume this year!

I want to be Life from The Book of life, because I just adore her makeup!

But her costume is very elaborate, so maybe I'll just settle for some kind of calavera girl. I just really wanna be something with elaborate make up.

Anyways, afterwards I went we went to Buffalo Wild Wings and orders just a few wings and we wanted to get desert, but they took a really long time with our order, and I was going to be late for class, so we just had to eat and run. I arrived at class 15 minutes late, but the instructor didn't mind, and class was a lot of fun, we mostly worked with shapes in 3Dx max~

While I was waiting for my mother, I decided to go to the bookstore to get a book for my Philosophy class. I'm very frugal so I didn't want to buy it. The new version to buy was for $50, to buy for used was for $40, to rent a new book was for $30, and to rent it used was for $20. Of course I was going to go with the cheapest option, but a problem occured: They didn't have any more used books, and there was only one book left. I told myself to wait to see if anyone would bring in a used book, but I needed to get it before tomorrow, so I figured "Just rent it". Just as I was about to pay for it, the cashier told me that my debit card declined, which was funny because I had just deposited $360 into my bank account the other day ($300 from my YWIC check, and $60 from my own savings). How could possibly not work? I told the cashier that I would be back, and she told me that she would just put the book back.

After my mother picked me up, I told her, and she decided we should go talk to the bank officials. We go straight to Wal*Mart (which is where the 1st National Bank, my bank, is located), and complain to the teller. She starts checking on the computer but nothing comes up. Then I remembered I kept my transaction slip from the deposit and gave it to the teller lady. That's when we started getting results. She started calling everyone to find out what had happened to my money. It was then I overheard her telling her manager that somebody stole my YWIC check! I felt so awful! But the people were so nice that they gave me $360 to make up for it. Me and my mother were so happy, and she made me buy her icecream. We went back to the bookstore to get my book, but by the time we got back, they sold out. I was devastated; I needed that book! I just wanted to go home, but my mother was persistent, she kept asking if they had any books in stock or in the back. One of the store ladies offered to call the other bookstore at the other campus, and something told me everything was fine. I was going get the book used at the other campus. The cashier lady was pessimistic, and said they probably would have the book anywhere but the campus we were at. That's when the other lady told us they have tons of copies of the book at the other campus. I was relieved, and shocked that my feelings were true. The ultimate test was whether or not they would be used.

So me and my mom drove all the way to the DACC campus on University, where sure enough, they had just the book I was looking for, and they had one last used copy left. Just as I had felt. I rented the book and me and mother got in the car. As we drove home, my mother told me something interesting. She said after I went to class, she headed up to the financial aid office to see what could be done to pay off my tuition. We've been having financial problems lately, and none of my scholarships went in, so there was no way we could pay for my tuition this semester. They would rip $800+ from my dad's bank account without any mercy. But, as my mother talk to the financial aid lady, Lisa Minus, she said that my tuition had already been paid in full. My mother was shocked, she wanted to know who paid it. Lisa said something when people drop out of college, the college saves up the money said person earned from scholarships and such, and give it to students who need it. On a list of 91 students in my exact position, they gave me the money. My mother wanted to cry and was in disbelief when she heard that, as was I when my mother told me. It was then she asked me if I remembered the text message I had sent to her cousin the other day. I did. My mother told me to text her cousin to pray for my grandmother because she was going into hard surgery (tomorrow actually), and to pray for me because I needed money for college. It was then I realized it what my mother had said, was an answer to her cousins prayer. Those were the two miracles that happened today.

• Today as I was waiting for my mother to pick me up from class, outside the office where my Boaz is suppose to work in some day in the future, I began to question my judgement. I thought maybe I'm being to picky. How would I know for sure my stirrings were right? I'd have to form a mutual bond before I met this guy, right? He might even be too old, or married or he could already have a girlfriend. But after today, I feel like all I need to do is be patient, and one day, he'll arrive.
• "And I know~ He'll appear~!"

First Day of College! (Sorta!)

So today marks my officially starting college life! Though, my first day was actually on Thursday of last week... (8/21/14) But today is the day I will start my college blog. I'm decided to start this blog as a sort of a diary, so one day I can look back and see how immature I used to be, just like my old diary. I will try to keep super secret personal things and swearing to a minimum in case I decide to show this to my kids or something.

Anyways, this "week" I was introduced to my new classes. I say "this week" because my classes are spread out to one to two a week. On Mondays and Wednesdays I have Philosophy (which I keep pronouncing Phi-z-ology) and Algebra skills, Tuesdays and Thursdays I have 3D Animation, Fridays and Sundays I have off, and on Saturdays I have Photoshop. All my teachers are guys, so I was a little disappointed, I could use another female role model in my life. All of my classes sound like they're going to be simple. Algebra was always easy for me, especially when it's explained well. And my 3D Animation and Photoshop classes both involve using computers and computer programs, so that'll be a breeze for me. The only class I'm worried about is Philosophy. I already over analyze things, I don't need help developing that skill. It complicates religion and other things like that. I suppose I could just go through it, and try to brainwash myself after class is over.

College life is so much fun! I have so much freedom! No more oppression from the school head-people (I don't know what they're called...)! I get to choose my classes, at what time and day I want them- It's just so awesome! And on Mondays and Tuesdays, I get to hang out in the library for 2 hours and 30 minutes! I figured I can use that time to work on my art and stuff. Tata says I should use it for homework, and I guess I will when we actually get homework, but for now ART TIME!!!

• I'm going to use this bullet as a side post I'm going to call "Boaz Alert." You see, when my Academic Adviser was helping me set up my class schedule, and was telling me about the college and life choices in being an animator, he told me the only degree he could offer me was Creative Media Technology. But he told me in a couple years they should have an Animation degree I can switch over to. He also mentioned that the guy who was going to run that branch will be Canadian, and something twinged in me that that guy is going to be my Boaz. My mother felt the twinge too, but only time will tell if we're right. But as of "today" there was no sign of him. Lots of cute boys, but none seem to fit the bill. Oh well~