Just had my first week of college, it’s been the standard “explain syllabus” sessions for each class, so not much has stuck out. I think the luckiest thing was scoring a free book in history, aside of that, I don’t have to worry much about transportation. It’s only one day I do have make my way back on my bike.
I had this odd dream on that day I had to ride. I’m only able to remember the last few minutes; I saw a parking lot and I was on my steel horse heading out for the open road. For some reason I made a turn towards the middle of the road toward a sports car going at an unimaginable speed.I had no time to react, I collided with it, the bike leap over instead of crashing to the ground. Shortly after I woke up worried since I had to ride my bike the same day. I made my way with not issues with cars, but the rough terrain prove too much when I made my way back. I ended up with a flat, I’m glad it wasn’t nothing worse than that. I know I would need to get a mountain bike if I want to get through without getting another ripped tube.
Man, I was so eager to buy my books, I made multiple three mile trip back and forth by bike. I’d say I was just curious on how the vouchers they provided me worked. I figured out the prices were ridiculous. Prices are inflated now-a-days, especially the custom made variety. I’ve ordered the ones I’ll need. The book pressure is slightly more settled though. I feel like I saved a lot as well.
I’d say the thing that bothers me was that time I forget something I needed to bring. Luckily it was only a diagnostic test, but still, I can’t have that as a habit. I also got dropped by confusing a name pronounced as similar to mine. Ended up getting dropped, although Friday classes are not popular, so I would be able to crash back in the class. Even emailed the teacher checking if she could do something beforehand. I ought to be more careful, ask to say my name in full. What bothers me the most I had this gut feeling that very day. I’ll have to double check when that feeling comes about.
Currently, I’m trying to remind myself that it’s okay to make mistakes. I think this post did the trick. It’s funny how difficult it is to forgive myself while I forgive others who did so much more so easily. I feel like I should know better, but I also need to remember how to let go in order to free myself from the confines of the complex confines; I know it as mind prison.