Maturity, is that you?

I was none too excited last April,sitting in my adviser's office, scheduling the soon-to-be classes of the next semester. You see, I was told I had to take Personal Finance this semester. It sounds monotonous and like a headache, right? I was expecting it to be a total drag. Instead, it has taught me more real-world knowledge than many of my other classes. The classroom interaction along with the material we've covered has rocked my world. All of this to say, I have created a budget for myself and today I set up a savings account with the plan to monthly deposit a specific amount of money into it. Mom, your youngest child might finally be growing up.

On top of that, I gave blood today! Giving blood always makes me feel like a badass. The nurses administering the needles into my vein always start the procedure with, "if you need to look away, go ahead." Instead, I look that needle dead in the eye and say to it, with the telepathic powers that I possess, "you don't scare me." However, I always disprove my badass-ness when, after they've gathered the blood and removed the needle from my arm, I have to lie down for 20 minutes with ice packs and juice to keep from passing out. Oh well.

My favorite part of the experience was at the beginning when a small, cute, older Asian man was asking me for information. I was asked if I had been outside the country in the past 12 months, and answered "yes, Moldova in December of 2010." He spent ten minutes trying to find Moldova on the map while asking me at intervals if I was sure that was the name of the country.

Last but not least, it's the weekend! You KNOW you are maturing when you are excited for the weekend because it means you get to do your homework peacefully. God bless America.