Journaling

For my community based practices class on Wednesdays, we're required to journal every morning for the first fifteen minutes. So far I've just been writing in my notebook, scribbling things down for the first five to ten minutes and then staring at the wall for the last five, maybe sketching if I feel up to it. Some way or another, all of my journal pages end up lost or doodled all over, so I decided that from now on, I'll use Wednesday mornings to update my blog. Here goes!

This week, the sun has returned to Chicago. After three weeks of freezing (okay, fifty degree) weather, walking outside allows you to feel the warmth of the sun on your back, and, being too bleary-eyed to bike a half-mile to my farthest class after a cruel 7 am fire drill (especially cruel because I had gone to bed at 6), I took the train in the morning and walked the city the rest of my day. Biking in a big city means no music; it takes too much concentration from the real feat at hand, facing taxis and buses and darting through pedestrians. So yesterday I enjoyed the city with the sun on my back to the Decemberists. Most of the time in the dorm, Sarah and I share the quiet. Things get too hectic between our tastes in music (hers: Christian ballads, Korean acoustic, and Copeland (which is nice, but not on constant repeat), and mine: well, you guys know best) so most of the time and music is quiet, hummed to ourselves at our desks or played softly at night. Yesterday I turned the volume all the way up and bounced from class to class. It was lovely.

Today I have class from nine to four, and then I'm going to bike down to the grocery store (I never realized how much food, even when you buy it at the grocery store and make it yourself, takes from your checking account. Week by week, I'm always confused as to where my money is going. The answer is always groceries.) I suppose I'll start packing my clothes for the weekend, and finish my cleaning duties for the week. I really should start my core class homework, but I'm telling you: I hate that class. I thought I was going to like it, but I am not a filmmaker. I'm not an animation artist. I don't do audio tracks. I don't like it. Luckily I switch teachers halfway through the class, but still.

Anyways, journal time is over.