I’ve discovered over the past couple years that, although my brain is almost organized by the Dewey Decimal system, my personal life tends to be less so. Basically, on the outside, I look like a mess. This means that I find things randomly that I lost months ago. These instances are typically pleasant experiences, below is one example. Every since I graduated, I’ve found that my personal day-timer has completely lost it’s purpose. Now I use it to write down important dates and then never look at it again. Case and point: I found this lovely note on the things I learned my senior year:
Things I Learned My Senior Year:
1. I drool in my sleep.
2. Turkey hands are more than a craft – they are a form of therapy.
3. “Shhh!” doesn’t mean anything.
4. How to master the ancient art of small talk (I’m still working on this one).
I remember when I wrote this that I had intended on creating a humorous blog post about it once I had graduated. Now, I think it is more quaint being told from a long-forgotten sticky-note (the unofficial symbol of my college years).
I wonder what else I will find…
