So here I am sitting and watching the Democratic National Convention ("history in the making" as my dad calls it). Yes, I am back at home. Again. For five nights. For the hospital. UGH. I spent a good portion of my first week of classes on the phone with various hospitals, checking every location possible, and being transferred to just about all of their million bajillion departments... by the end of it I was just in tears, breaking down in the middle of campus without even getting an appointment I needed.
Enough about that though, I am so sick of that...
This convention has held my attention. Although I like taking a political stance, and certainly have my strong-felt opinions on many many topics, these extensive debates and rallies grate at my insides as if I swallowed a steggosaurus... No, they're probably not that painful, just a real bore. Definitely. This, however, is different. This convention is taking a stance for the people, using words that speak to us instead of philosophies that make them sound good in their crazy little heads. This election is different for me. It means something... change.
Oh, and in case you didn't know, I just finished my first week at school! I adore just about every one of my classes. I am a nerd like that though. Especially now that I am far into abnormal psychology, biopsychology, and all these classes I actually have an interest in.
What else do I adore? My roommate.
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