It was just one of those moments

Well, it's been one hell of a week. My application for the French LSA+ was due on Wednesday, so I decided I'd stay up late Monday night to get it done a day early since I knew I had an econ midterm on Wednesday and I'd need to study. At about 3 in the morning, I had completed half the application (it had 2 parts - a generic foreign study part common to all trips, and an extra section with super-involved questions like the ones I mentioned a few entries ago) and I hit save. Of course, I forgot that when you type on a webpage, that isn't actual "activity," and the application thing logs you out after a certain period of being inactive. I lost everything, and had to start again. That was not awesome. So I ended up not going to bed that night.

Tuesday was pretty much a blur, with 2 2 hour classes. In government (from 2-4) I literally fell asleep while writing notes. I looked at them today... there are 4 spots where I have a few words which degenerate into scribbles and stop. I remember waking up trying to remember what I was writing 10 seconds before, and couldn't. Such a good time.

I didn't go to rehearsal Tuesday night so I could study for my econ midterm, which was yesterday morning, after I took a short nap. The practice test was easy enough, so I thought I'd be fine. Problem was, the actual exam was nothing like the practice test. Awesome.

I worked two hours at the Hop after that, and came back to my room to work on an essay which was due today. After a couple of naps, I went to sleep at 2:30, with nothing written. I woke up at 8 and got about a paragraph done before my class at 10 (when it was due). After class, I asked the prof if I could blitz (email) him the paper later in the day. He said yeah.

I went to a meeting about new requirements for the government major and listened to a women with one of the most annoying voices I've ever heard ramble on about how the major is different (it isn't) for about half an hour. Fantastic.

I came back to my room to get my laptop and went to the library to try to get my paper done before my gov class at 2. I wrote quite a bit, actually, but I didn't quite get it done.

Anyway, I told you all that to tell you this: I was walking out of the library today to my gov class with a lot on my mind. I'm still feeling the effects of Monday's all nighter, my paper wasn't done, I have a gov midterm next Wednesday that I'm not prepared for... you get the idea. Then, I heard the bells (you can request songs for the bells to play and they'll usually get played) playing that lullaby - "Close your eyes, go to sleep, la da daaa da, da da daa...." You know the one. When I was little, I had (still have, actually) this little ceremic bear that you could spin and it would play that song. I stopped walking, turned around, and looked up at the bell tower. I hadn't noticed until then how blue the sky was today, and I couldn't help but smile as I felt somehow amazed.

My friend Bill came walking down the sidewalk and said I looked lost. In a way, he was right. I'd been lost in all the crap of life - being exhausted, the paper, the midterm, the other midterm... and I never even took just a minute to look up at the sky. So whoever blitzed the bells asking to play that song, thank you.

I went to gov and then finished the paper at 4:30. I picked up my little bro Lorry at 5:30 and we hung out for a few hours. I came back, ate dinner, and now I'm looking forward to sleep in a few hours, and then my dad coming up on Saturday. You know, it wasn't such a bad week after all.