Oh happy day. Oh happy day. My lady has returned to me. That is right folks. On May 2, my bike was found by my great friend Josh. He saw it over on campus, then he went to get it for me and it was gone. As he was walking back to the apartment, he saw it next to a building. He picked it up and called me, and guess what, my baby is back. More on this later.

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free
I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows I've fallen in love
It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free
But life still goes on
I can't get used to living without living without
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone hey
God knows got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see
I've got to break free
I've got to break free
I want to break free yeah
I want I want I want I want to break free....

That is my feeling right now about Olivet. The lyrics keep going over my head right now. And yes when I start to hear them, I break out into a little dance.

For those of you who would like to know just how close I was to not graduating, 4 points in toxicology were the difference. Just four points and I am not getting my degree, not passing go and not collecting $200. So now, some words of encouragement for all the underclassmen out there: it is worth it. When you pay your last monthly bill to Olivet, it is worth it. When you take your last class, it is worth it. When you leave Olivet in your rear view mirror, it is worth it. And don't worry about tomorrow, tomorrow can worry about itself, just enjoy the moment. And if any of you are wondering what I am doing now that I am done, well.... I am moving back home until I land a job, any job any where now, because my dad is on strike and will want me to get any job I can to help him and my mom out. So there is a good chance that I will be working at some dangerous site, but who cares. Because..... I want to break free. I want to break free.

I ate dinner with all the other physical science graduates at Doc's house the other day. We sat there for two and a half hours telling stories, eating great food, and enjoy the last hooray for us. As I sat there listening to what one person was going to after undergrad, I realized that I didn't learn nearly enough at school, and that I am a very simple person. This one guy was talking about being a theoretical astrophysicist or observational astrophysicist, and all I could think of was, man I just want to identify wild flowers, trees, and geological processes. I guess I am not as ambitious as other people my age.  Then I went on to tell a bunch of stories that everyone enjoyed. Doc cracked a couple of jokes at my expense and everyone else laughed along with him. And I learned something about myself last night. I will never be smart or intelligent (can I get an amen from the congregation)), but I can be a good friend that makes other laugh and forget about their troubles for a time. And you know what, that is all I ever want to be. So while history might remember that theoretical astrophysicists or not, I will at least have a positive impact on those around me.

And since I have been serious for just a bit too long, another stupid story.

This one takes place during my junior year during track season.

I come from a small town, with a small school. At these small schools, the boys and girls long distance races were always at the same time to cut down on time. Well, as those of you who know me, I ran those long distance races. Now the girls that ran with the guys were real lookers. I mean the were flat out hot! And since I was not very fast, I often ran with the best of the girls. Sometimes I would let them get in front of me just for the view (I was young then and certainly would not do that today) , and then it would give me an incentive to ran faster so they didn't beat me.

Well one day I decided to forget this plan and just flat out run in front of all the girls. This would just happen to be the race of all races. This race featured the hottest girl in our conference running the two mile race. These races are long and not too many people pay attention to them, except when she ran. Well, any ways we were both on the seventh lap, then all of a sudden, there is a gasp from all of the guys that were watching the race, and then some cheers. At first I thought that they were for me, because my friends would do that to me to humiliate me. (These were the same guys that applauded me when I walked out of a port-a pottie at a race). I finish the race and am about to call my friends a bunch of jerks, when they told me that I picked the wrong day to actually try and race. I had a puzzled look on my face and asked why. Their response, she popped out. That is right folks, the sports bra had a malfunction that day and hello world how are you. And according to their word's, it was a great day to watch a track meet.

Now there are two lessons to learn from this:

1. If you are a girl and going to run a race, make sure the sports bra will work, because otherwise, what is the point of wearing a sports bra in the first place.

2. High school boys are by nature perverted and will be that way until they, well lets be honest, they will always be perverted.