Banjo Brain

A few weeks ago, I had ordered a package. When the online tracking thingy said I got it, I checked my mail, and found it wasn't there. The next day, I checked again. Knowing from lots of experience that there is another Little Water on campus (same first and last name as me), I went to the campus post office and told them what was going on. They realized that they did in fact put it in the wrong mail box. I gave them my information, they said they were gonna call her, and things would be taken care of.  Later that day, I had a voice mail from them, and my package. Being lazy, I never checked the voice mail.

Well, two weeks after they left me this voice mail, I decided I was finally going to listen to it. I found out that they called me to tell me that I was incorrectly given a package that belonged to the other Little Water, and that I needed to return it.

They called the wrong Little Water. Because I gave them my information for nothing. Me thinks I shall change my name.

And crank the heat up in my room. It's freezing in here.

For my education class, I was told by my professor that I would be helping out a nearby middle school with standard tests.  She said it would be a one time, two hour thing.  I got to the school, and found out that really she had volunteered me to be at the school twice a week for two and a half hours each time for the rest of the semester.  The principal was confused when I said I had no idea what he was talking about.

Yesterday, she emailed my class telling us that if we had any questions about the assignments we'll soon be given, we can talk to those who were already assigned to the middle school. She told my class that I was assigned to the middle school before she told me.

But I work with an amazing six grade class.  I really work with three separate math classes, but the kids so far are great. The class is really small, so it's a bit awkward being this wanderer through the mere five rows of students. But I've already helped a kid figure out something he couldn't get. It was awesome.

About five years ago, I was terrified of going to bed because my pillow would tick loudly like a bomb, and I was scared of it.  I started sleeping more in the day and less at night. It's strange how when these things happened, I didn't think there was anything wrong with my mind, but now I question every thing. Today, I was walking to my dorm, and my head started ticking, like I had a clock inside.

"Look deeper into nature, and then you will understand everything better." -Albert Einstein