Today was a Seriously Intense day.
It was the first day in a while that I biked to school.
I had tests in both BC Calculus, and AP Physics, that's third and fourth hour for those who don't know my schedule.
It was raining out as I biked to school.
Of course my council would be today in Philosophy
Last weekend I got in to UW Madison, as evidenced by the "Whoo!" post. It made me very happy. Christy's council was Thursday (day before her birthday) and she said that it made sense that people's councils happened after major events in their lives.
Today I was thinking that this would be the first male council after I had gotten into UW Madison, and that it would make too much sense for mine to be today.
It also made a lot of sense that mine would be today because of the two tests back to back.
So when JR took out the packet of the pieces that we all wrote to read at the beginning of our councils, I had a feeling. I had all morning, just because it would make me say "figures".
He proclaimed that he would take out the first male name that he found. I watched as he stopped shuffling, and started looking around the class, asking people who he thought it was going to be.
I was suspicious, because people always think it's going to be their day, but a second before he called me, I knew. He looked me way and said that it was my day. I laughed, walked up, sat down, started recording, got up, wrote my name on the board, and sat down.
Now I had to pick someone to introduce me. None of my close friends are in the class, but I know some people in it.
I looked about, thinking, and settled on Noah Mosberg.
It was a fitting introduction, and from there it was shiny.
Oh, and my sister says that JR was raving about how cool my council was during lunch. No specifics of course, just that it was really good.
Edit: Holy bees, even now it has stayed intense.
Over the weekend I looked up a couple of Tuba playing engineers in the Wisconsin marching band and emailed them asking about it.
Today I talked to both of them, and wow, I learned a lot. Seriously man, intense.
I am incredibly drained right now, in the best way possible, I am able to stay awake right now and feel good, but man, I can tell that once my face hits a pillow, I will be gone. Gone like beer at a frat party, gone like fresh baked cookies with friends, gone like the first bowl of popcorn you make before watching a movie.
That sort of gone. I'm functional, but only because it's a habit.
Now, goodnight, that pillow looks about as appetizing as those foods I just described (sans the beer of course).