I'll give you a quick update.
Two weeks into my sophomore year of college and I have already contemplated starting a countdown until graduation. It's not that I particularly hate school that much, but that day seems so far away. Therefore, a reminder that it is closer than it seems is necessary. Since I know you don't want to hear about my class load, we'll skip to the more interesting aspects of my life. Carley girl (my roommate), keeps me laughing, just as I thought she would. I am constantly reminded of how fortunate I am to have a weirdo like her in my life. Reece is nothing short of incredible. On the days when I swear that things couldn't get any better, they do. One thing I have learned from him is that there is no timeline to be put on my life. I certainly did not expect myself to be as in love with someone as I am with him, at such a young age.
Goodness I get distracted easily. So back to what I was saying...
We read an article during my first class of Introduction to Religious Studies and I found it nearly impossible to not underline every word, it was just that good. Take a look at it. It raised a lot of questions for me. What gives your life meaning? Why do those things mean as much as they do?
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/06/opinion/david-brooks-the-problem-with-meaning.html?_r=0
