Smushed by Semis

It never fails that every time I drive home from Whitewater to work on the weekends that I become surrounded by semis. 11 o'clock must be rush hour for semis or something, because I lose track of how many I pass and how many happen to sandwich me during the 45 minute drive. Now, although I dearly love my trusty little Civic, I don't think we'd win if we faced off with a semi. Just sayin'.

Anyways, my week happens to be one of those that feels an awful lot like being sandwiched by semis. It's always hard to get back in the swing of school, but this week was especially tough. I'm not trying to complain, I assure you. Simply making a connection between my week and a situation I often find myself in on my drives. I already mentioned my Spanish class, so I won't get into that again. My school week was bookended by snow fall (which I love!), and was filled with the ups and downs of emotions in myself and in others. Life has its share of twists and turns, that's for sure.

Today was a jam-packed day, filled with waking up early to finish and review some Spanish homework, getting called upon with the two lovely ladies I sit with in comm class to discuss the societal benefits of communication, discovering snow flurrying down from the sky when I walked out of class even though I was cutting it close to hurry home to make it to work on time, staying at work a little longer to help hold a dog that needed its ears cleaned and then finding joy in brushing snow off of cars afterwards, and battling (and conquering!) a fierce headache. Adventures of varying degrees left and right. Shazam.

What will tomorrow bring?

Guess we'll just have to wait and see.