That's my papa bear with his incredibly amazing snowman. I remember this picture so very well. I can't remember where it was taken since I was pretty small, but I remember that artifully crafted block of frozen water.
We decided to go skiing that day. Well actually, better yet said, we decided to go sliding on those UFO looking disks down an incredibly steep and dangerous hill. Even though I believe I only went halfway down it, it was fun. There were no broken bones involved or fractured ankles, so it had been a good day. My dad started making that snowman soon after we had arrived and he left me in my brothers care. Every time we passed by him, that snowman kept taking its shape even more. Then later, he had finally finished it and there was only one word to describe it: AWESOME. It also just so happened that some sort of news network happened to be there and he made it in TV, which was completely cool for a little kid like me.
What's one of your best memories?
I have started my second year of college and it's already stressing me out. You know what the best part is? I only have a total of three classes. I'm lame, right? What's most likely stressing me out is the amount of reading each one of them has. I would probably be going insane if I had to do all the actual reading from all three, which means that I'm most likely going to need to drop my first class at least. I mentioned this to my mom, who was alright with it and understood. Then I mentioned it to my dad. That did NOT go very well.
Each semester last year I only took two classes, so four classes in total. I was fine with it since it wasn't at all overwhelming and I didn't feel like I was going to explode from stress like most college students do. However, my dad was upset and wanted me to take more classes this year. I did as I was told and grabbed three (which really isn't that much more but that's a lot considering how packed our school is) and when I saw the amount of assigned reading, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. In my first class the professor is amazing, but the way he grades and the way his class is set up is just strange so I thought I could drop it and just sick with the other two. But! Then there is the expectations of my father who got irritated to no end when I told him of this sudden change of events. Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I either stick with all of my classes and just take a lot of deep breathes, or I drop Anthropology and sigh with relief while my dad shakes his head.
I don't like this.
Other than this dilemma, life is going day-to-day. The only thing I can do is pray and hope for the best in everything. May God give me, and everyone else, large amounts of strength to make it through this life as best as we can. Time to try and relax for a while before heading off to church tonight. Have a wondering evening!