A Cyclical Life.

Ciao!
Let me start by saying I hope you had a wonderful weekend! Mine was pretty great. Friday I woke up feeling a little sick so I thought the weekend might have been ruined before it began, but it got better. I went to my classes and then Bry and I started on our journey to Lancaster. It was a nice drive, not too much traffic. We got there around 3 pm and went to his mom's house for a little while. Then to my house. Took my sister, Cailla, to meet our dad in Palmdale so she could go to his house for the weekend and then got Subway and went back to his mom's to watch Hancock which turned out to be a very funny movie (although I don't think that's what they were aiming for). Saturday was a nice day also. We went to lunch with my little brother, Bradley, my mom, Keri, and Bry's mom. Then that night Bry and I went cosmic bowling with Jill and her boyfriend Cal. Keri joined us there also. It was a lot of fun and was so nice to see Jill after months and months of not seeing her. Sunday we went to Chipotle and then I went to my dad's house. I arrived back on campus here at USC at 7 am this morning and went back to sleep until I had to get up at 9:15 to go to biology where a girl had a seizure so we got out of class early (Yay!) The teacher handled it horribly though. Made me wonder what he was really thinking. While she was having the seizure he decided that rather than help her, it would be better to explain to the class what is going on internally while someone has a seizure, what causes it and the physiology of the whole thing. Meanwhile, the girl is still having a seizure! Thankfully two of the students in the class were EMT's (or something similar) and rushed over to help her while Professor McClure continued to stand there doing nothing before telling us that we will finish on Monday so the two students could have space to help the girl. That was my eventful day.

On a slightly more intellectual note, on the drive to Simi Valley from Lancaster early Sunday evening I thought a lot about the world and everything happening in it. We drove by green hills which were beautiful, charred hills that showed destruction, construction that showed regrowth and several other things and it all got me thinking. Everything, in its own way, is cyclical. On a literal level, the grass sprouts, grows, and is burnt. The burning of the grass seems tragic at the time, but after it has burnt, it has healthier soil to grow back in, and once it grows back it looks even more beautiful than before. You can put so many things into that cycle and alter it the slightest bit to make it fit. I guess then ultimate message from this is that things must get worse before they can get better. I am not sure why I thought of that randomly in the car. I was just appreciating everything that I saw and thinking about how, as messed up as our world is at times, people take it all for granted. Especially living in such a wonderful country where we can safely travel so many miles with no worries and see so many different things, yet all so many people do is complain about it.

Enough deep thought for now. I'm tired. It's time for bed, or at least to relax.
Goodnight!