Weekends, Wedding, and Trips…Oh my!

If you ever have the choice to fall down steps or not, I highly reccommend not.
This past weekend KB and I went to to Knoxville for a meeting with Pastor D. Even though not much homework got done, we did get a lot of other things accomplished so I feel like it was a worthwhile trip. We got my phone switched over to KB’s account and had a meeting with D to see our results from a survey that we took back in late October/early November. I have to admit I was a little nervous to hear the results, but I shouldn’t have been. KB and I have talked a lot in the three and a half year’s we’ve been together. The funny thing was that it turns out that our answers were so close that we scored like a couple in their thirties who had been married for a while. I find that highly entertaining. Not only have I always been mistaken as being older than I am, now I have proof on paper.

As for the falling down bit….
KB and I were headed to Catalyst (college worship at Calvary) and I tripped on the last couple of stairs. I ended up catching myself but I came away with a hyperextened ankle or two, a few bruises and extra soreness for my already bum knee. I had already made an appointment with my FP to see why my knee seems to be getting increasingly worse, now I have other aches and stupidities to share as well.

I had a midterm exam this moring; I haven’t had one of those in about a year and a half and it felt weird. I think I did all right, but my wrist was extremely sore after doing the test and writing my obigatory thankyou letters to my scholarship funders.

The professor that I assist (and basically keep her life straight), is going out of town next week. She’s traveling with a group of other professors to Viet Nam to see some of the reconstruction work that has been going on in that country. The couple that set up the trip are really neat. He was a white prisoner of war (from the south) that was assumed dead and was ‘forced’ to take care of his black fellow soldier. Their captors believed that they would kill each other or be completely demeaned by being in the other’s presence. The white man cared for the other’s wounds and they both came home together when the US realized that they were not dead. I do believe there is a book out about their time together in Viet Nam.

The man’s wife initially never wanted to go to Viet Nam but ended up falling in love with the Viet Namese people and has gone back several times to help in children’s homes. Anyway, Dr. M. met them both and is going with them on their upcoming trip.

My point in all that is to say that I’ll have three classes I won’t be attending, a lot of work that I won’t be doing and a lab that I’ll be teaching. I won’t be leading a dissection, as was a distinct possibility at the beginning of the semester, but I will need to remember my invertebrate stuff enough to answer any questions they may have during the lab session. A couple of weeks ago I might have been really nervous, but since I’ve been tutoring, I feel a lot more confident with the whole ‘teaching’ bit.

Well, I think I’ve blabbed enough for now and need to get to bed soon.

Oh wait! One more thing. KB and I stopped at a flea market on our way back to Charlotte and found some really neat stuff (we only bought one thing though). We saw some neat wood furniture for good prices, I found handmade ceramics for incredible prices and the workmanship is excellent, and we bound a hardback copy of **Zotz** by Walter Karig, which has KB really excited. We started reading the book on the rest of the way home in the car and I can’t wait to finish it when we head to OK for spring break in a week and a half.

Ok….now I’m done.

Author: KB French

Formerly many things, including theology student, mime, jr. high Latin teacher, and Army logistics officer. Currently in the National Guard, and employed as a civilian... somewhere View all posts by KB French