The Booyah Run Around

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have my first class at 9:25. For me, it takes more work to wake up at two different times during the week, so I always wake up at 8:00. This leaves me with some extra time in the morning because this girl doesn't require an hour+ of primping time. See that photo? Not me. 

Today, I spent part of that time doing my "Eat This Book" devotional. Since I was in my room, I had my Bible readily available and read the Good Book instead of the digitized version. I checked off the chapters on the app and when I am done for the day it says "Congrats! You've finished ___% of the plan!" and I like that. Why do people turn that option off? I love knowing how far I have gone. Today, it told me I had completed 2.5% and I know in the grand scheme of things, that's not a lot. In a treatment program, that's a teeny success rate. In grade on a test, that's definitely failing. But making progress on this plan is different. Looking at that percentage says "You only have 2.5% of the information in this book. Keep reading tomorrow!" I can't wait until it says 10%, and on down the line. Doing a little bit everyday keeps me grounded (except when I forget) and I can absolutely see a shift for the better when I do read the chapters for the day and when I don't.

Genesis 29 has so much in it! I should find someone on campus to sit down and chat about it because I need somebody with some scholarly knowledge. The whole running up to your cousin, kissing her, and crying is a mystery to me. It's so romantic that his 7 years of labor seemed like only a few days. Good try, Nicholas Sparks but the Bible got you beat. And then plot twist: it's Leah in the marriage bed, not Rebekah. Verse 30 breaks my heart: "he loved her more than Leah" but God was looking out for Leah. I don't really understand verse 35 either. There's got to be a Biblical scholar on this campus! (joke, there is definitely a Biblical scholar)

So I read a little bit and then went to class. Statistics for Social Sciences. I was already in a pretty good mood. I even answered some questions in class! They weren't like difficult, what did you get for this answer kind of questions but the point is I participated. As my friend Andrew Bruce would say, "BOOYAH."

Then instead of waiting in the dumb, long line, I called my mom and chatted it up with her. That was nice. Thanks Mom. I love ya.

I had a quick lunch and then headed to my mailbox. My keyboard cover came! I lurrrve it. It's makes my keys not so clicky-clacky and it makes me wonder how I ever used my computer without it. That's a little dramatic, but that's how much I love getting stuff in the mail. I'm still expecting one more thing in the mail and that gives me a smile. 

Social Psych was fine, I even participated a little in that class. I even raised my hand and said "can you explain that again? I'm not sure I understand." And then when she was re-explaining,  I heard pencils scratching and keys clicking which means other people didn't get it too. Again, I say, Booyah. We watched a really sad video about Noble Doss that used the dramatic music from Remember the Titans and I wanted to cry. Whatever. Don't judge. 

Finally, I went to the blood drive and I told the lady that the blood pressure cuff stresses me out so usually it shows up that my BP is high. My BP was 132/88 which is only a little high. My pulse was pretty normal (78 bpm) so that's cool. THEN I had to answer the questions about leaving the country. I even asked the girl when I signed up if going to the Dominican Republic within the last year was an issue. She said she didn't know. Bummer.
I went through the finger prick, the blood pressure cuff, and the questions on the computer.
Then 2 people came back, 1 in training and the very sweet, southern lady who was training her.

I couldn't recall the name of the town we were in while we were in the DR, so they brought out the Atlas! No way. Who knew they had that at the blood drive? They were very patient with me because they appreciated me being patient with the new girl. As they searched for information in the computer system, I told the supervisor about my unfortunate experience about the last time I tried to give blood. The woman apologized that it was such a bad experience and told me that it's okay to ask for a supervisor or something like that because they want me to have a good experience. This picture was from last time. YUCK. not fun. absolutely no Booyah here. 
Bottom line, I couldn't donate blood but I am no longer a malaria risk after Jan 6, 2012. booyah. 

Finally, the day ended with me getting a "Sticky Bun Latte" that I have been eyeing since the fall flavors came to McConn. It was totally worth the zillion calories. Tasty and autumnal and SO GOOD. I will probably get it one more time before they run out of all the flavors/before winter stuff moves in but that's plenty.