Oh my how could I let time pass like this? I first made this blog site in 2006 for a class. I guess I hadn’t payed any attention to it since then. I should, writing, for me is a way to vent and to just kind of take a deep breath and know that I got it (what ever IT may be) off of my chest.
While reading my last post from 2 years ago, I realized that honestly, not much has changed. That’s pretty sad since college years are supposed to make you into the person you’re going to be for the rest of your life. I take that back, I have changed. I have matured into a person who knows what she wants, knows how to get it and definitely knows that life is no picnic. I have also changed my general person; I’m still Karla, but just a different version.
Over the past year and a half or so I’ve made a slew of new friends, changed religions, had surgery, turned my bad grades into good ones and I’ve just recently turned 21. Good stuff.
So most of my new friends are the kind of people that one can depend on and know that those are the friends that 20 years from now, you’ll be telling your kids stories about. I’m glad that I’ve met them. I’ve also come upon my new found Jewishness through them, with their help and mostly by myself. I didn’t feel like Catholicism was “doing it” for me. Judaism filled the void of needing to belong, feeling like I understand religion and a sense of community. Last semester, beginning of December to be exact, I was out to dinner with my friend’s dad who happened to be in town from Florida and when I got home from that, I was in excruciating pain. Immediately being the scaredy that I am, put my symptoms on Web MD and like always they told me I was dying so that couldn’t very well be a source for good information. I had had stomach problems before, but this pain was like no other. I read on-line that if pain persisted for more than 4 hours, it was serious and I should go to the ER. After the first hour or so, I was pacing, crying and calling a friend to come keep me company. 3 hours later we were in the ER in Austin, I was being admitted. Appendicitis is a bitch. Never in my life have I ever been in so much pain. That night I was told I had to have surgery and that was scary. Within hours I had had the surgery and was in my own bed later that night. Being 21 is no different than being any other age except now I can “legally” buy and drink my own alcohol.
Most recently, I have had to help a friend through some hard times. I have had to come to the realization that even the good guys go bad sometime or another. Let me tell you, reader, it was hard to see someone I love and respect so down. People hurt people. This story will have to wait for its own blog.
There’s so much to say when catching up…don’t ever know where to start or end.
Until next time reader.
