11/10, no. 67

Yesterday, I was scheduled to register in the window of 3:30pm-4pm. I wasn't stressing out over classes, which was odd for me, especially because everyone else was stressing madly. I was unusually calm. Perhaps because I've become increasingly numb to the GPA of academia, who knows.

At around 2:00pm yesterday, Richard asked me if I'd go on a Target run with him. Under his assurance that we'd be back by 3pm, I complied. We borrowed our friend Alex's cheap, ghetto '99 Jetta and trekked the eight-or-so miles to Target. All was fair in love and automobile, until we came back to the car after buying Richard's much-needed supplies only to be hit with a whole lot of Murphy's law; the car wouldn't start up, and something in the hood was making sounds that it definitely shouldn't have been making. On top of that, my phone bill wasn't paid so I had no signal anywhere, so Richard and I had to share his cell phone to call Alex as we alternated because I had to call my roommate to ask her to register for me. We popped open the hood and about a half an hour later, the car started up again.

I wasn't stressed at all though. It was an odd, nice feeling. I think that, during the process, Rachel (my roommate) was more stressed than I was!

I had a minor epiphany during this - life isn't going to be about stressing out to register for classes, it's about Murphy's law and accidents happening and fixing mistakes and learning and waiting and having small adventures like broken down cars. 


The relevance of the photo pictured lies in the fact that Paris, coffee, streets, shops, and people-watching are beautiful things that I would love to be encompassed in my life as well.