Well, the day is here… officially starting the program at Foster now. You know it was coming. For months I felt the vibration on the rail track, the jet of air shooting out of the tunnel along w/ blinding headlights and deafening horns. Yet, I still felt like I got steamrolled into a pancake as I walked into the auditorium this morning.
Somehow, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m suppose to be. All the pieces are falling into place, like a well played game of Tetris. Part of me still wants to yell out to the conductor: “stop this train! I wish to get off!!”
(That concludes the train metaphors for this post)
I’d like to thank my alma mater McCombs for preparing me for this.
The lack of good Mexican food is killing me. And chips and salsa should be complimentary, not extra $2.
It’s really funny people in Seattle complaining how hot it is when it’s barely 80 degrees… Texas is so hot it’s on fire, literally (prayer goes out to Timmy and his family that evacuated from Bastrop, and everybody else that were affected)
