Since it's been several months since I last wrote a blog post, there are several things I want to put in this one, but since I have a tendency to forget things as I get more involved in a single subject, we'll see just how many things get written about.
First off, I want to start by explaining a little bit about why I've been so silent the last couple months. This last semester kicked my ass. It was the coldest winter of my entire life and I was unprepared. Tack on some emotional issues I experienced with one of my best friends, and you have the making of the most difficult semester of my life, aside from Spring 2012 which started this whole adventure. After Spring Break, I got really sick and depressed and struggled to keep up with my jobs, my homework, and my classes. I felt like I was wading around in a thick quagmire and struggled to keep up. Somehow I succeeded and made the Dean's List for the second semester in a row, though just barely. My GPA was an abysmal 3.1 and brought my overall down to a 3.3 from it's previous 3.54. But I survived! And as a bonus and reward, I got to go home for the first time in almost a year!
Home was great. It was full of music, laughter, friends, and family and it was just what I needed to keep me going. There was so much BBQ and beer that I felt as if I was in Heaven, and by the end of the 10 days, I didn't want to come back. But I still have a job to do and it was for that reason, along with setting an example for my niece and nephews and making my family and friends proud, that I got on the plane.
When I got back, however, things didn't exactly go back to normal. The reason I expected to be able to go on vacation for so long was because I anticipated having hours at the pub to help me eat and pay rent. But it was 10 days before I got any hours at work. I spent my time working out and working at the Library to make up for it, and it didn't seem to be enough. I was in serious danger of missing rent.
Ever since I got my place back in September, I've never worried about making rent. I've worried about having the time to get to the bank to pay it on time, but I've never worried about having the money to pay. This was the first time in almost a year that I've worried about whether or not I would even have the money to keep my awesome roof over my head. It got to the point that last week I was having a panic attack over this fact, when I remembered to say my prayers and ask God for help and guidance. Sure enough, though I was already scheduled for two days at the pub that week, my 5 hour days turned into a 9.75 and 11.25 hour day respectively. I also got called in on Friday to cover a no-show. The tips from these days went straight into my bank and I continued to pray that I would make rent on time.
Today is payday, and guess what? My paycheck was 70 dollars more than I anticipated, meaning that I not only made rent on time, but I had $75 to spare, plus an extra $30 in cash. Tomorrow is Independence Day, and you know what I'm doing? I'm using that extra money to buy a 30-rack of cheap American beer, a new pair of khakis, and a sixer of good ol' California beer to celebrate. God has certainly blessed me this month, and if He ignores us the rest of the year, at least this week I shout GOD BLESS AMERICA! I love my country, I love this city, and I love what I'm capable of. God has blessed me with amazing friends and the ability to accomplish anything I set my mind to, and I am forever grateful. Now, time to drink some beer on my kick ass balcony.
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