Random Thoughts

                I can’t wait to go home next week. I want to see high school friends and see how life is going for them. And it would be nice just to be in my neighborhood and see how none of its changed while I’ve been gone. I'm also excited to see my little brother, Gavin, who is 5 years old. I remember before I left I thought I would not be eager to come back and see his annoying little self, but I am. It saddens me that I missing part of him growing up. He’s in kindergarten and I’m sure there doing all sorts of fun things I would like to hear about, but I don’t get to.

                I remember my year of kindergarten with great clarity. I had a great time; we once had this event where we shook milk that we put into a little baby food container. We were trying to make butter by shaking it up enough; the point was to recreate the pilgrims churning butter. It did not work, at the end I just had shaken up milk but I thought it was fun anyway. We always did stuff like that every day, that’s why in kindergarten I couldn't wait to come to school. Back then school was enjoyable, homework was almost non-existent and if by some rare chance we had some it was counting ice cream shapes then coloring them.  It makes me think, when was the time that I started not wanting to come to school?

                I remember that elementary school I would go every day, even in middle school I didn't mind it, I think it was high school when I actually started getting work to do that required some effort was when wanted to stay home and do nothing.  I realized in high school that I am truly a lazy person, when a teacher asked everyone to grab some book in class I would always ask the person next to me if they could grab one for me. Even at home, I would sit in one spot for hours complaining that I was hungry, but I wouldn't get up to cook some food for myself. Well now in days I don’t have the luxury of being lazy, so I guess I lived it up while I could.