Coming Back

Coming back from Thanksgiving Break is both DEPRESSING and EXCITING. Depressing because, hello, you're coming back to school work and teachers and expectations of the real world. Exciting because, ha, three more weeks of school and then you're on Winter Break and the semester is finally over! This is probably the best thing in the world for an out of state student because they get to go back home!! Back home to your family, food, home, dogs, and oh my god FOOD!

Thanksgiving Break

Thanksgiving break away from home was something. It was different and uncomfortable really. You get so use to your traditions with your family every year that when randomly that year comes and that tradition is taken away from you, it's overwhelming. It makes you appreciate all the little things that usually annoyed you on that day to push you to realize hey, I actually miss that. Or just being around your family when they might be the most annoying bunch in the world, I mean they still mean the world even when you're miles away.

R&B

Where are all those R&B songs the radio came out with the year 2000? Those slow jam songs, piano played with a fast tempo beat in the back, and a man/woman with a beautiful voice. The type of beautiful voice where you can hear them hit all their vocals with actually singing and not what they now call rapping. The lyrics aren't even close to the same anymore either, artists just jump straight into sleeping with someone with no strings when artists from the 2000s at least had the curtesy in trying to dine the person before asking for something. Where is that slow jam, singing, and curtesy?

When the time comes

Why is it that when the time comes to sit down and write a paper your mind goes blank? When you're laying in bed everything in the universe comes to mind to where it's like hey, I could write a book. But once you sit down at your desk the words can't even fall out your fingers and onto the screen. It's frustrating really, trying to get your point across or even an introduction. But then you finally do and you're satisfied and happy, until you get the paper back corrected from your teacher and they basically throw in your face your thoughts aren't good enough. Okay, exaggerating a little bit. But that's what it seems like sometimes.