I'm not myself lately. I finally talked to someone about how I was feeling instead of ignoring it and hoping it would all go away. I feel ten pounds lighter just because I took that small little step.
I get super duper irritated when fast food restaurants hand me my drink, and the beverage is dripping all down the side. It drives me insane. I really want to tell them to "wipe the dang mess up!" but instead I just take it, tear my car apart looking for a napkin, and huff and puff all the way to work about it.
Like, literally, I huff and puff. When I get mad, I sigh really loudly, multiple times, until whoever is with me asks what is wrong.
I'm mature like that.
I made a spectacle of myself at a restaurant last weekend. We were visiting my brother, who lives about 1.5 hours away. We all went out to eat (9 of us) and were originally told the wait would be 20 minutes. After 30 minutes, a screaming baby, and countless people who came after us being seated, I marched myself up to the hostess stand and demanded to know when we would be seated. The hostess pointed to a table and said "we're cleaning that up for you." It took them 15 more minutes to clean it, and another five while we waited for the hostess to notice and seat us. I went to confront the hostess again, and I heard a large party that had come in after us say "just give us that table!" while pointing to my (yes, my) table. I marched myself right back to that table at sat down, ignoring my brother's comments of "Andrea, you can't just take tables!" Well, I did. And you know what? They served us.
I pee my pants often. I should be embarrassed about this, but I view it as a mark of war, so to speak. I birthed a baby, dang it. If that means I can't sneeze without tinkling my panties, so be it.
I hate the word panties. It skives me out.
I'm also linking up to Show Us Your Life, hosted by Kelly of Kelly's Korner. Today's topic is our alma mater.
I attended Winthrop University, which is located in Rock Hill, South Carolina. Winthrop was founded in 1886, and was originally a female only college whose goal was to train teachers. Winthrop is a small school with a total of about 6,000 students.
Growing up, I always wanted to attend a private Nazarene college in Nashville - Trevecca Nazarene University. My parents were not on board with that plan because of the prohibitive cost of that university. I (in my mind, anyway) humored them by visiting several colleges, never intending to like any of them. However, the minute I stepped on to Winthrop's campus I knew it was the right place for me. I loved everything about Winthrop - the enclosed campus, the small student body, the historic buildings, the residence halls, and the opportunities to get involved.
You know how some people say that high school was the best years of their life? Well, it wasn't for me, but I certainly found myself in college. I started at Winthrop University in 1997 and graduated in 2001. I was extremely involved: I worked three jobs and was involved in many different clubs and organizations. I was a Resident Assistant, a Peer Mentor (I taught a class to new students about adjusting to college life), a Nightcaller (I recruited new students by phone), and an Ambassador (I took prospective students on campus tours). I joined a sorority, Chi Omega. I was so incredibly busy but I absolutely loved every second of the college experience.
I originally majored in elementary education. I changed my major my sophomore year to social work. I actually did not like social work once I started my classes but I decided not to change my major again because I knew I wouldn't graduate on time. I'm glad I stuck with it, because my internship was life changing and absolutely solidified my decision to become a social worker. I worked at a hospital in Charlotte that had an outpatient addictions treatment program. I assisted in running the small groups, and I swear I learned more about myself in that time period than I helped anyone else.