This winter break, I foolishly decided to take a winter semester class and Math 142 no less. This class has been the vain of my existence since before it even started. First, you must know that I hate math and I have never been all that great at it. I mean I can add, subtract, multiply and divide, but throw in derivatives and limits and letters, and I am lost. More lost than the show “Lost,” with that gorgeous man, Joshua Lee Holloway. Not only do I have to worry about the limits of x and if it is negative infinity, but when the homework is due. This is horrible pain. Why did I decide to take this class? Well, in my mind it was simple, and if you aren’t an Aggie then I won’t try to make the tradition of the Aggie Ring into a big deal, but all Aggies know that it is. Taking this math class of five weeks would bring me every close to being able to experience the magical world of wearing the coveted little gold ring.
Before the festivities of the Christmas holidays began I was on track. Perfect. Then four days before Christmas I packed up all the clothes that I thought I would need, and wrapped all the presents and left College Station. Full into the spirit, I listened to Christmas music the whole way home.
Two days later I celebrated my first Christmas celebration with my dad’s side of the family, and then Christmas Eve another get together with my mom’s family. Both families are wonderful, loud, exciting, and loving. Being able to spend time with all of them is quite amazing and I cherish every moment. The next morning, Christmas morning, the joyous event of Santa being in the house and leaving gifts. The night where however old you are, you can’t sleep to save your life, but that morning after only a few hours of sleep, you wake up as early as possible. The morning that has all the possibilities in the world, I can remember one such morning where I received a kitten from Santa, along with a letter, saying to hold her tight because she had gotten spooked on the ride from the North Pole. The mornings I spent with my brother and sister going through all those presents, absolutely beside ourselves with excitement. Those are the days that I will remember most. Being able to spend time with the ones that mean the most to you, those are the moments that you take in and never forget.
As I sit here, back in College Station, a whole week behind on math homework I should be studying away, but instead I am taking down my Christmas decorations, I can’t help but think about those memories from the past and the ones are still to be made for years to come.
Oh back to math I guess.
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