Are you serious???

Sooo....I've been perusing my old journals from college. I found this little jewel a couple nights ago. 

Its my academic course load from the summer of 1998.

In the summer of 1998 I was in college at Auburn. 

I had no job. 

These guys weren't even a blip on my radar, yet.

My only responsibilty was school. 

Just school...

So let's look at my schedule:

Wow. 

Its impressive.

How did I have the time to handle it?

I mean Golf, Intro to Education, Intro to Sociology and Intro to Anthropology.

Great Scott, I love Summer Quarter.

How could anyone be expected to handle that???

So Mondays and Wednesdays I had golf from 8 - 9:30. 

The professor (and I'm using that term very loosely) would show up at Auburn Links around 8:30, swing at a few balls - usually still inebriated from the night before - then dismiss us.

The guy was looney tunes. 

At ten I had an education class that was incredibly easy. 

It literally involved topics like "How to Make a Bulletin Board."

At one I had U101 which was some sort of sociology class. 

Also incredibly easy. 

At two I had an anthropology class where I was the only girl with shaved legs. 

And the only girl without a toe ring. 

No judgement here if thats how you roll. 

Just an observation.

After that rigorous day I had Tuesday to look forward to. 

And yes I know one of those to's in the sentence prior should be tooed.

Just not sure which one.

At 12 - yes at 12 - I had my first and only class of the day. 

It was a sociology lab where we usually had about 10 minutes of computer work. 

That was it.

No class on Thursday or Friday or Saturday or Sunday. 

An entire summer where that was ALL I HAD TO DO. 

College.

Wow.

There was really important other stuff I had to do that summer though.

Really important stuff to do that involved...

Weeellll....

It involved Six Flags in nearby Atlanta.

It involved Loachapoka creek. 

It involved midnight runs to the Sani Freeze. 

Mostly, though...

It involved trying really, really, really hard not to think about this guy:

He was being very tricky at the time.

Very tricky.

The ghost of Paula future is yelling at him right now.

She is saying:

Hey Strawberry Daquiri boy!

You're going to propose to her and put you both out of your misery in just a few months!

In fact thats a picture of you on your Honeymoon!

So take that!

I was not very successful at not thinking about him.

Good thing I had all those tough classes to worry about instead. 

And since it's January 1st, Happy New Year!