last night i was hanging out with a couple friends, practicing our english. (yes, "our" english - they were teaching me some things - like past tense for drink. aish.) we had the following conversation.
me: guess what i thought of today?!
dedy: what?
me: i have been here for 2 tujuh belas-es (independence days).
dedy: yeah.
yo: so?
me: that means i only have ONE MORE LEFT!
yo: i can't even imagine the day you leave. that is too sad.
me: i know, right? when i leave, i'll probably cry for a month.
yo: me too...
me: *struck by how loved i am and by what wonderful friends God has given me*
at some point while we were hanging out last night, i got food poisoning. thankfully, not nearly as bad as last time. but i still only slept 3 hours, from 2 - 5. at 5, evacuation of the bowels began. at 6.30, when i realized that this was not going to just go away, i called the principal about 8 times at 3 different numbers from 2 different phones. nothing would connect. i decided that was God telling me to suck it up. i've never had a sick day. why start now? 4 periods down, 2 to go. i think i can, i think i can, i think i can....
i cannot wait for 3 o'clock.
1 comment:
Just so long as you remember when to call it quits if you need to, too.
D;-)
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