Sixteen Days

Dear Colorado,

I will have to leave you soon. This makes me sad because I have so many wonderful memories with you. I know that you will always be there for me. Yet, I have to tell you that I will be glad to get home and see my family and friends very much because I miss them. Thank you for everything you have taught me.

Love,
Stephanie

He Said

Andy was shooting marshmellows at me tonight with his blowgun. It was practice for keeping students awake during a Marxist worldview movie at 10 PM.

We received paychecks today and it was said that, 'they're probably smaller than you would like, but probably bigger than you deserve.' Yes..

I've had really bad allergyes while here, so somedays my eyes are continually red. One of the guys asked me 'do you always cry?' Always, dear sensitive male.

While I was in this REAL, LIVE, GENIUINE attic this afternoon, trying to find some quietness, I thought of two things that I could do differently when I get home.
1) Never sleep past 8 AM
2) Plant an amazing garden
I believe that these two activites could maybe change my life. Planning, planting, caring for and enjoying my [squash, cucumbers, tomatoes, sunflowers, etc...] I'd love to do.

And I've noticed everytime I get up early... I never regret it. I always regret sleeping in. Enjoy it, but regret it. It's kinda like the things you do where it feels good at the time, but you pay for it. That could apply to a lot of things, but in this case, you lose time. And with time you can do so much.

Just now

Outside my door I heard a girl exclaim, "oh, I love my life!" without a hint of sarcasm. It was sweet.