September 20, 2018
Today, I had my Eternal Family class, my science class, and my Spanish class. In between my first two classes, I studied Italian. Since they don't teach it here, I've taken it upon myself to continue learning.
It was a relatively uneventful day. Heidi, Jacquie, and I talked for quite awhile, which was a lot of fun. While Jacquie and I were doing homework in our room, we heard a guy say, "Oh, marinara!" (as if he was cursing) outside our window. We laughed for a solid five minutes about it, and since I couldn't see anyone, we decided it was Freddie the Spaghetti Ghost, who died years ago from eating marinara sauce that was so spicy, it stopped his heart.
I am reminded daily of how blessed I am to be up here and to have all of these amazing, fantastic experiences that continually prove to me that this is most definitely where I am meant to be. I'm sure you're sick of hearing it, but I don't, so get over it.
I've always been rather fond of Thursdays.
"So count your blessings every day. It makes the monsters go away. And everything will be okay.
"You are not alone. You are right at home. Good night."
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