last semester was a interesting one for me. it was my first full semester at a university (instead of community college, which- let's be real- was easier than high school) i took 18.5 credits, worked part time and rehearsed nearly every night. and in the middle of all of the craziness, i miscarried. i missed two weeks of school (luckily all my professors were nice about it) and the semester ended with grades not as high as i would have liked (that's when my motto "c's get degree's" really came into play) when we were home for the holidays i expressed my frustrations to my parents, also known as cried and complained about school, finances, how i saw no light at the end of the tunnel and that i was ready to throw in the towel. well, this semester i'm off-track so i've had some time to clear my head and enough time to miss listening to a good lecture. then earlier this week i found out 2 semesters worth of classes didn't transfer. 2 semesters! that's a year of school, people. after hours on the phone and meeting with an advisor i think i've got it figured out. but yesterday as i walked to campus to register for next semester i started to feel the discouragement creeping in, but as i kept walking i felt so grateful for where i'm at. two words that largely describe my life are wife and student. and i'm happy about that. i love being on campus, i love being a wife and i especially love when the two worlds collide and i run into landon on campus. i texted my padre and said "well, i'm taking a full load of classes next semester if you we're worried about it after our talk over break. things always seem to work out" and he said "funny how that works, huh?" things do workout. always. and at the end of the day, lando and i will walk together at graduation- hooray!
it's so crazy to me to think that someday this will be over, someday thoughts of school won't consume my brain, someday is actually on the horizon. what will i ever do with myself?
my friend, sarah, sent me the following photo. i've seen these before and always wanted a picture of one, thanks sar! i think "k"-line should be my new gangsta name. when i was dating landon, my sister was dating her future husband. he would send her the funniest ghetto-fabulous texts in which he called her j-money. he could have gained my approval solely on those texts. her contact in my phone has been j-money ever since. "k"-line-and-j-money-4-life.