Putting off Math

One of these days, my posts won't have to do with school. One of these days, my posts won't have to do with girls. One of these days, I'll feel confident in my abilities, my intelligence, my personality, and current status. One of these days, the term "Professional Student" will be a joke, and not a statement of fact. One of these days, I'll have a degree. One of these days, I'll put more trust in who I am in God, and not worry about where I am in the world. One of these days, I'll meet the girl of my dreams, and when I call her, she'll get excited; I'll hear it in her voice. One of these days, I won't define where I am by where I've been, or where I want to be. I'll just define where I am by where I am, and enjoy it for what it is. One of these days, I'll be up front with my feelings, and not let humor cover what's really going on. One of these days, I won't let the little stuff get to me. One of these days, I'll be able to hang out with people my own age on a regular basis. One of these days, I'll be better on the real guitar than on Rock Band. One of these days, I won't feel like I'm not important to the people I care about, but one of these days, it won't really matter that much to me. One of these days, I'll learn the difference between what I want and what I need. One of these days, I'll take everything to God before it happens, not after. One of these days, I'll bring God my joy as well as my sorrow. One of these days, I'll have a man room complete with guitars and equipment, pool table, cigar humidor and various types of whiskey. One of these days, that room will probably have to become a second house. One of these days, I'll feel less insecure about how women see me. One of these days, I won't feel like the only one in my circle who isn't married or dating. One of these days, I may shave the beard -- but don't count on it. One of these days, my only experience dating someone won't end in sadness. One of these days, I won't have to hide who I am from certain people, however well-meaning they are. One of these days, I'll care about others more than myself. One of these days, I'll stop writing horribly formatted blog posts at 12:30am, and do my homework and get some sleep instead. :P

"But that's the problem! We never speak to Him!"

Wait, I'm still here?

I crave stability. I yearn for it. I pine for it. Yet, it never seems to quite stick with me. I mean, it does in some ways. My parents never broke up, like so many people I've heard about and known, and I consider myself blessed for that. Also, growing up in one state, and pretty much one city means stability in one sense. However, there was never enough time in a single spot in that city to remain at any one school for very long.

So, here's how it is: Every two years for the last eight, I've changed schools, among other things. I've never spent more than four years in any one school (I've only done that once, in elementary school), and most of the time, I've spent considerably less than four years in a single place of academia.

Until now.

This last week marks the longest time I've been at one single school in over ten years. I was never a military brat, or a pastor's kid, but I guess I know a little of what that's like. And it looks like I'm going to be shooting for a personal best of five years.

"What if I say I'm not like the others?"