I am so done with college!!! I got my BS :D

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It's 6 am, and I am sitting on a bus waiting to get home. Yes, I am going home! I am happy and excited to get to spend a weekend with my family. My sister's birthday is on July 5th, and I will be there for her. She turns 23, and I think that my relatives will be there also. Evi will come with Vio and the two kids (3 year old son and 3 month old daughter). They will keep me busy and smiling.Still, I think that my favorite part of this weekend will be spending time with my dad. We want to go into the woods and pick mushrooms. It will be the two of us, with no one to interfere. We will get to ride our bikes, spend some time at the lake, and talk about things that matter to the two of us. I feel like my mom is the one that keeps me o n the right track with my heart (loving, forgiving, serving), and my dad helps me intellectually ( he thinks things thoroughly). I am whole with both of them.
My mom came over to Arad for my degree exam. We had the chance to spend three days together. She even came to work with me on my night shift. we walked through the parks, and we talked about my dreams, my fears, about what she means in my life, and other things of the heart. I loved those days! But at the same time, I long for time spent with my dad.
Oh no, I am tired! that is when I start writing or talking about trivial things/ok, important things that I usually keep to myself, so I should end here by saying....what was I trying to say in here? O, yes: I got 97,6% on my degree exam, so I was in the top 10% of my class. Not bad, huh?
I'll talk to you later when I am not as tired, when things I say really matter. Sweet dreams :D

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  1. AnonymousJuly 9, 2010 at 8:16 PM

    I think that what you said matters a lot. At least I know your mom and dad will think so :)
    Love ya!
    Jess

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  2. Eni Kiss :)July 20, 2010 at 3:03 PM

    THANK YOU!!!! Love ya 2 :)

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