I like the mornings. Mornings mean coffee, sunshine, and newness. I like feeling..new. Of course nothing is really actually new in the sense that anything's been changed, but I always liked the mornings simply for the metaphorical reasoning that the dawning of a new day means the dawning of a new chance at life. Another day to live, breathe, experience, etc. Today I'm going to make the most out of my day, in whatever way possible. I'm not quite sure yet how I'm going to do just that, but I suppose I'll figure it out as the hours roll by.
Update: It's now been about an hour since I made this post, and I've realized already that I'm excited for this semester. I just finished up my 9am class in French 4, of which I was expecting not to like. However, not only do I like the class, as well as my professor and the kids taking it with me, but I also like being forced to wake up earlier than I normally would, which then kind of creates a sense of appreciation for the times when I do get to sleep in longer than usual. I have a feeling that taking this class is only going to do good for me. I'll have my mind thinking at an early hour, I'll be up and ready for the day...it's a chance for me to see life from a new vantage point, one of which I don't think I'll mind.
Day 2 of classes, already looking promising.
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