Juggling Life with Both Hands

-Juggling [juhg-uh l]- verb (used with object)

(1) to keep(several objects) in continuous motion in the air simultaneously by tossing and catching. (2)to hold, catch, carry, or balance precariously; almost drop and then catch hold again (3) to manage or alternate the requirements of (two or more tasks, responsibilities, etc) so as to handle each adequately

I started school on the Monday and here it is, only the third day, and I'm already getting worn out. (I can only imagine how it's going to be a few weeks from now! You may not even recognize me!) But, I'm getting ahead of myself. First I want to make you feel sorry for me and jumping right in the middle of my schedule doesn't work. So, I'll start from the beginning...

I get up for Seminary, oh-so-early in the morning, and then when thats over we rush out the door and head for the college. There I am dropped off and am inclined to wait patiently (in the library, the campus center, or here in the B.U. Building with the open lab) until my classes start. Now, its not the longest three hours, but it's still pretty long. I spend that time either studying or reading. Mind you, I don't dare get on the computer until after my classes are over -I wouldn't want Time to snip by without my noticing, as always happens whenever I get on.

Well, after my wait is up I go to class, of course, where I sit for hardly more than an hour listening to the Professor give his or her lecture. (Today I enjoyed my Geography lecture very much. But that's probably only because our Professor was riling up the class in a big discussion. It turned out to be rather humerus, I thought. And I was getting so into what everyone was saying that before I knew it he was dismissing us for our next class!) When classes are out, I head down to the Campus Center, where the big sort of "lunch room" is and there I eat my little squished P.B. and J. sandwiches and spoon out my yogurt from a tiny plastic cup that doesn't even have a lid, and then I have to wipe up the jelly that spilled out of my lunch box (-which, by the way, I have to lug around outside of my bag -once the purse and books got in, nothing else would fit!) Then I go and brush my teeth, replace my rubber bands and all that fun stuff.

When lunch is over I usually (-Ha! "Usually" I've only done it for three days!) go down to the library and catch up on my homework and read some more, and sometimes I even get on the internet and type on my blog. Then around late-afternoon or so, Melinda or Seth picks me up and takes me to work. My shifts are usually five hours long, so that's like thirty, or so, hours a week! Work is fine. Nothing new. The only down side is that I can't do my homework there or even read. I've set my schedule up with my job that I'll be closing a lot in the next six or so months. And closing is a hard thing! Very long. Very boring. And yet I always manage to get out at around forty+ minutes after we close. Then either Seth or Melinda (usually it's Seth. Melinda, by that time is already conked out, or "closed for the night" as we put it.) come and get me and take me home. After my shower and the switching of what books go in my bag for tomorrow, I read my scriptures, say my prayers, and go to bed. Now by this time It's already about midnight or so and I'm completely worn out and ready for those ten hours of sleep that every teenager supposedly needs. But guess what! It doesn't work that way. Within the next five hours this whole routine starts over....

.....So...Do you feel sorry for me, yet? No? What do you mean No? Here. I'll tell you what -on top of all this my teeth are constantly causing me brutal pain and making it so that I have to pry my mouth open when the Professors take role-call, or whatever its called. And another thing! -I have to force (and I say "force" because whether they realize it or not, I am "forcing" my cousins to drive me where I need to go. Isn't that horrible!?! I mean, I come all this way to learn to stand on my feet and what do I do? Kick my cousins under the heel! I mean it's sick! Absolutely disgusting! ...Goodness. Aren't I a horrid person?) Anyway, what was I saying....? Oh I remember -I have to force my cousins to drive me Here, drive me There, drive me Everywhere and I hardly have enough money to pay them gas! Now do you feel sorry for me? ...Only "A little"? ...Well, I guess that's enough.

But now, what I'm getting at is that you shouldn't. No you shouldn't. Don't feel, for one second, sorry for me. I'm doing what I need to do, and working hard to get where I need to go. All these things will, as is said "mold" me into being a better person. Do I mind having such a busy schedule? Of course, but that doesn't mean that it isn't worth it. I'd go a lot farther if it meant getting my education and the money to pay for it. Now as for the car situation. I believe my parents just purchased a car for me (They said that if I paid for my braces then they'd buy me a car. Don't worry, I'm not bumming of them now too.) and I plan on paying my cousins back in full + interest on all the gas they wasted on me. But Shh! don't tell them that. They may not agree. At least, they won't tell me they agree, even though deep down inside they want to just squeeze me of every last penny! ;)

So anyhow...what was I getting at...? Oh Shucks! Now I've lost my whole train of thought. Oh well. I guess I'll see you guys later...