marathon monday.

Phew.
After my week off for spring break, I came back to Drake, and forgot how long and tiring and never-ending my Mondays are.  I have class, class, lunch, lab-prep homework, lab, lab report, CAPS, dinner, Young Life.  I leave my room at 7:55 AM, and I'm not in my room for more than a half hour again until I get back from Young Life, usually around 9:30 PM.  In case you were wondering, that's exhausting.

But today had a few exciting moments, even in the non-stop schedule.  At Young Life, we planned for our first family club next Monday.  It came up so quick, and made me realize how fast this whole YL group has come together and actually started something.  We planned mixers and skits and songs and talks, which made it SO REAL.  Like... we have club next Monday... and I'm not going to be in the audience this time.  I'll have to write about this later because I still can't completely grasp it, but I'm both nervous and excited to have this opportunity to be leading a portion of club.

I'm so proud of this group of people, plus more, that have just poured everything they had into this cause and really made it come to life.  We are definitely still in the developing stage, and will be for a while, but it is just beyond exhilarating to see our hard work actually produce something.
Today I also remembered that I'm at college (obvi), and I have a mailbox.  So on my way out the door, I ran upstairs and opened my little box to find...

a birthday card, a paycheck, and a letter. YAY MAIL!  I get abnormally excited about mail.  I like it because I know that letter-writing is a dying art, and I like to keep it alive.  I also just like feeling cool and like a grown-up, getting mail in my own mailbox.  The letter was from Shmemily (potential nickname Emily?).  YAY!  She's the second reply I've received (Morgan was first :)) from the letters I sent out to my puppies.  I loved it.  She's so great.  The letter was on purple paper and had the world's longest PS section.  The letter was so full of love and so full of Emily, it was like I was right there talking to her.  This is a new theme in my life.  I keep wishing that I could just be with people, usually people far away, because I just want to sit on the floor and talk to them about life.  I just want to be in the same place as everyone I love and care so much about, but that's not practical.  I'm learning to accept that there's some reason why I'm not with the people I'm not with and that I am with the people I am with.  That made a lot more sense in my head, but hopefully you know what I'm trying to say.
Marathon Mondays work me to the bone, but I still love them like crazy.