Recently I had dragged some blankets out of the shed. On one, there was a picture of a deer in a snow covered wood. I smiled as I held it out, not because of the picture, but rather the memory of getting it.
It was a gift to Roland from Tony, Rochelle and Ester. I don't know how hold Ester was at the time - two, probably. She is the one who presented the gift to Roland (I'm thinking on his birthday) and beamed as she watched him open it.
"It's a blanket!" she announced before he had it completely unwrapped.
I wish I could bottle up that joy and enthusiasm and take it out during those times when I am really not feeling joyful. Currently, I am taking an accounting class. It is my only class and so I have more time for just one class then I have with every other mod taking two classes.
Accounting: the language of business. Oh, gag me with a fork. What in the world possessed me to pick a major associated with business. Admittedly, I think I like it better than my management class - but then again, I've only had one week of it. I'm struggling a bit - I think more with the concept than the work itself.
I'm actually not the only one in my accounting class that has these emotions. I can sense some tension amongst my other classmates. At least two are more troubled by the concept of the course than I am. What have I gotten myself into?
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