Week In Review

Whether it is from the panic and fear that comes with BarBri and the Bar, adjusting to being in Dallas or my mood... I just have not wanted to blog lately. I am doing well. I am enjoying being home and seeing my parents daily. I can finally do my hair without it looking weird... short hair is much harder for me to deal with. I joined LA Fitness yesterday and think I am going to like it! I am beginning to get the hang of BarBri and riding DART everyday. I am a little lonely but I understand that making friends is going to take a while. I am so thankful to my friends in Houston, Nashville and my friends in Dallas that have been willing to hang out with me. I definitely feel very loved but it is weird not having a "group" of friends that hang out together. I am going to a bible study on Thursday night that I am excited about. Two of my best friends (Erin and Katie) are in it so it should be fun! Hopefully that will help me feel like I have a "place".

In other news, I have had a few interesting DART experiences already. An older man with a cane sat beside me on my way home my first day of class and started asking me all kinds of questions. I felt a little awkward but he seemed harmless enough. He wanted to know if I had ever been to Houston or if I had ever been swimming. I answered every question with a "yes" or "no" and politely smiled every once in a while. He then kept talking but I could not tell what he was saying so I just start nodding... It got kinda awkward but I handled it. A girl who rides to the station after mine saw the whole thing and "was keeping an eye on me". She and I bonded over the experience and now we ride home together most days.

Today on the way home a lady got on the train one stop after mine and sat two rows in front of me (one row in front of my two friends that ride to the stop after mine). She started talking to no one in particular. At first we started laughing quietly because it is not something you see ever day. Then she started screaming and crying and ranting... and I mean ranting. Everyone on the train saw her. You could not ignore her. We tried to talk amongst ourselves but it was difficult. She was sitting in a chair that faces sideways so she was kind of looking back at me and my friends. After a few stops she got up and moved to the front of the train and sat beside someone else. I don't know if she wanted us to talk to her or something but I am fairly confident she had a mental illness. I really felt sorry for her but the whole experience was a little jarring. Thankfully one of the people I ride home with is a guy. I don't really know why that makes me feel safer, but it does. Hopefully the DART craziness will die down a little because the first week has been more eventful than the whole summer two years ago!