Rachel's first week as an kinda adult 9/1/2019

July 31, 2020

This has been a very long very weird week. First off I was placed in my brand new home away from home known as university housing. Even though the building seems to have had a two-year-old scribble as a blueprint and the plumbing is sub-par, to say the least, it still is a quaint little place. I really am loving having my own room to have a few mental breakdowns a week and nurse my broken fibula. It's also very nice that the walls are paper thin so any said mental breakdowns can be heard by the whole building, sorry to my fellow alumni but I'm sure your time is coming.

I am really liking my roommates. Both are introverted, which is ideal for me as we can all spend an entire day having quality time in our own rooms. Even though we are often hiding in our rooms we do occasionally meander out and meet together in the living room. When we do meet outside the sanctity of our rooms we have good conversation and spend time playing charades or introducing me to K-pop. They are both very kind about my religious leanings and very supportive so you can stop praying for fear of my soul mother. They both say very few bad words and when they do they apologize to me. Although if they met my father of half my brothers they might stop.

I also went to all my classes (family and teachers alike gasp in shock) and feel like the classes will not cause my untimely demise. Of course, I say this having not taken a single test or done finals so the reaper might still come a-knocking. All three of my teachers seem like vary nice ladies who know how to teach. My math teacher tells us that while she has not always taught but she was a math tutor for twelve years so hopefully she will know how to help me in the midst of my math induced babbling fits. Pray that if I must cry over math it will be short-lived and I will arise triumphantly.

I also went to a "party" with my roommates. By party, I mean a loud gathering of semi-adults such as myself listening to ear-splitting rap music and dancing like a bunch of toddlers that have just learned to walk. Needless to say, I left earlier than my roommates (about 20 minutes in) and sat happily in my room listening to my much better music reading a book. Now, thats what I call a party. The lesson to be learned from this experience is that someone should really bring back those old fashion balls of Jane Austen. Honestly, if I have to attend a social event cant it at least be one where I don my best ball gown and have a handsome young suiter complement my reading habits while pleasant cello's serenade us. If not what's the point.

Lastly, I would just like to add how grateful I am that God does answer prayers even if not in the way we expect. I asked for great roommates and he gave me some that truly try to understand me even when they don't agree with my religious leanings. He gave me a very welcoming ward that befriended me and provided me with a support system. He got me through my mental breakdowns by giving me loving parents and a few needed reminders that I am only as alone as I let myself feel.