Eric Hoffer: “The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is on the contrary born of a vague fear that we are wasting our life. When we do not do the one thing we ought to do, we have no time for anything else- we are the busiest people in the world.”


I feel as though I have not been able to catch my breath today. Even now, as I am typing this up, I am simultaneously researching for my science project and editing, again, my English paper. I skipped my last class in school today (excused by my parents, of course,) leaving at about two o’clock so that I would be able to pick up the paperwork for my new job, and open a bank account which was necessary, due to the pool’s new direct deposit requirement.Grabbing the paperwork was the easiest part of my day, as I was assisted by a kind old lady who highlighted the parts I needed to fill out, and explained some of the more technical details pertaining to taxes and such.

When we called ahead, the bank said that opening a bank account would take only fifteen minutes.Riggggghhhhttttt.Almost three hours later, everyone involved was pretty annoyed about the whole process. When we first got in the bank, we were asked to wait ten minutes for a ladyin training to assist us. I stress this because the time it took was more than partially due to her slowness. About forty-five minutes into our meeting with her, she tells us that my school ID, which works for everything else in the world, would not be accepted her and that I would have to get a State Issued one. Great. Just Great.

So we went to the office where ID and Driver’s Licenses are issued, and were met by a rude, gossipy woman who informed us we would need my birth certificate to get it. So we drove home, shuffled around boxes, found the safe and returned to the offices, paper certifying my birth in tow. When we got back, another rude lady met us and told us that my mom had to have an in state drivers license and a piece of mail addressed to her. This, of course, did not make us happy. Plus my sister had a doctors appointment that she was already late for, so we were left with no choice but to let me stay there, and call in my dad, away from his job, to come show an in state driver’s license. Fifteen zillion trivial questions, and one bad picture later I had my temporary ID and was on my way to finish opening that account. FinishingThat only took another hour.

When I was finally able to go home, I scarfed down a quick sandwich and promptly began working on my mountain of homework, as well as listening/half-watching a live show with Jackson Pearce ( ) on how she goes about outlining. Upon finishing that I jumped in for a quickie shower, totally fictionalized an interview that I was supposed to give to a person who lived through the sixties (Sorry teacher, I just don’t know anyone that I actually talk to that lived through that period of time) filled out that paperwork, wrote up the paper on said fictionalized interview, continued researching and editing and now typing this. Okay, so blogging should fall pretty low on my list of things to do in a day, but at the moment, it is my only mental reprieve. Lord knows I need it.

~Through My Eyes~


Well that’s all for now guys, I must be off to bed so I can get up early and do more homework. Yay!

So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)