My Life in Words...

For those of you who have been reading my away messages or talking to me at all you might have guessed....this past week was the WEEK OF HELL AND INSANITY.

First there was the paper that ate my soul, then my presentation got pushed back and I ended up not having to turn the paper of doom in until much later, had a Western Legal Tradition quiz (completely forgot who John Rawls was...go me) a math test, the paper presentation and had to finish a Christopher Hitchens book (a brilliant writer but not exactly the lightest of material). However I did take a break to see Bridget Jones Diary: The Edge of Reason (great movie. Colin Firth is a god.)

On Friday I officially switched majors from history to Law and Society (aka prelaw) and from the College of Arts and Sciences (CAS) to the School of Public Affairs (SPA). I should be OK to double major in LaS and History as well as study abroad, but I won't declare a second major for a while yet. I've already got my non-western history course out of the way (hehehe).

So this weekend was spent primarily in recooperation (sp?) (aka shopping) and preparation. I'm going home tomorrow (Monday) night. I'm skipping Imp. Russia and College Writing and leaving here around 9pm tomorrow. I'm kind of worried about another week w/ my mom (love the woman...but living with her just isn't going to work..ever again). The difference between this break and Fall Break is that I'm actually going to get to see a lot of my friends this time (you guys rock socks) since we'll all be home at the same time for the first time since August.

When I told my mom today that some of my friends were at church this morning she somberly asked, "Ash...why don't you go with them?" And I gave her my truthful answer...that I'm in a period of spiritual searching right now...I don't consider myself part of any church...and I need to find balance before I can expose myself to different faiths to find out which one works for me. She then stiffly said, "We'll talk about that next week." Grrrrrrrrr. I wonder if she realizes her actions are pushing me further and further away from Christianity? Because of my background with it I need to break w/ Christianity completely so that way when I go to search for a faith I can truly look at it unbiasedly (because I do plan to look at it again, it's the only way to go about this). At this point, after that mini conversation, the only person who could get me back into a Christian church is my dad.

This shall be my last post for a while (well..for at least a week. But that doesn't matter because I only update weekly as is.) I'm sorry this wasn't witty or interesting and was basically a mini rant on my life...well, no, I'm really not. I make it my mission in life to write for me, whether it be in essays, blogging or articles and this was what I needed to do. I'm breaking rule number one of writing anything: consider your audience. But, as Sara likes to put it, neither man nor god will tell me what to write. I once edited something I wrote thinking, "wow..that's going to offend a lot of people" and I've never truly forgiven myself for it. I would say I broke my mantra but I don't have one. I really need to come up with a mantra.