Wednesday afternoon I touched down at Orange County Airport and kissed the South goodbye. I left behind the world of Southen accents, sipping cocktails, girl talk with my mother, and laughing with friends for housework, money issues, and class. Let us talk about the class I'm taking now. This is a pass or fail class, and I'm tested on all the clinical skills we have been working on for the past year. If I don't pass even one of those skills, it is over for me, and I can't continue on with the program for six months. Making you wait six months to restart is the University's way of sending you to a cornor and telling you to think about what you did wrong. If that happens, I will storm off to my room, slam the dorm, scream I hate you, and make a plan to runaway from home, just like I used to when I fought with my mother. Because of this class, I am currently riding a rollar coaster. Some moments I feel as confident as that teenager sailing around the world by herself (minus the crazy waves) and other moments I want to jump off the 17th floor balcony because it is all too much. So the next few weeks I'll be living life in a pressure cooker. Can I go back to sipping Margaritas please?
After our trip down highway 69, we went to a karaoke bar. I have never sung karaoke but I've always wanted to. It is even on my lifelist! But I was also terrified to sing karaoke, but felt I could do it if I wasn't alone. Jana had offered to sing with me, but I wanted to get a third person just for good measure. But Jenny wasn't having it. So I started guilt tripping her. "Jenny if you don't sing karaoke with me you will regret it on your deathbed." But that didn't work, so I took it one step further-"I'm getting on a plane on Wednesday, and if that plane crashes, you are going to be like why of why did I not sing karaoke with Brittany last week!" Yeah I totally get that saying something like that may make me a terrible friend, probably even a terrible person. But I was pretty buzzed at this point and I was desperate. And don't forget, I'm shameless. But she still wasn't swayed by my logic! So I decided I would just go sing with Jana. Only Jana. Boooo Jenny. Jana went to give the DJ our song choice, and when she returned she had the most devious look on her face, and whispered in my ear, "You will never believe what is about to happen."