Full day. Today was the my first full day of classes for this semester. Typical day at school. My courses right now are bio, sophomore psych, anthropology, and world religions. It's close to ideal. I've been trying to swap my bio class for an advanced composition class, but haven't been successful. It makes me a little sad. But at least I'm in good classes, though they aren't all my ideal.
I've always been a pretty sensitive person.It's embarrassing to a degree. Little things feel like tidal waves sometimes, and it can often be pretty hard to hide my feelings when they're past a certain intensity. For the most part, I love being so sensitive. Other people's joy is contagious, the way leaves tremble in the wind can rocket my mood sky high. But it does have its backlash. Today, some friends (more of acquaintances really) lost their father suddenly. I was in the library praying quietly for them when I went by Facebook to see if there was an update. That's when I found out. My insides turned tight and cold, chills ran down my arms. I fought back tears until tonight, when I let them flow with intensity. I've never met the man. I know from stories how amazing he was, but I'd never met him myself. Still, knowing that these friends were experiencing such anguish...it's almost like I was grieving with them, for them; like a small part of their pain was being carried in my heart. This isn't an uncommon occurrence, though it is a perpetually mystifying one. To a small degree, I can reason through some probable causes, but so many times I find myself caught up in an emotion, in an experience, that isn't directly mine for reasons I can't understand.
For tonight I'm left with a heavy heart and fervent prayers.
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