Sara sans "h"

Subway, the sandwich chain, has brought us a lot over the years: an icon of weight loss, a trend of five-dollar meals, and delicious cookies. But the other day, there was so much more waiting for me at the restaurant chain.

I was visiting and helping Desiree move into Northern Illinois University for her first night at school and we decided to hit up Subway for dinner. While enjoying my delicious veggie sub, we noticed three freshman girls and three freshmen boys in line.

They were not there together as a group of six. Rather, they were two groups of three with a gender line drawn in the linoleum. The girls were very interested in said boys. The boys were very interested in said sandwiches.

Because the girls were in line in front of the boys, they were prepared to leave sooner. As they were walking past the hungry boys, one girl asked one boy if they would be joining them on the benches outside, to which he replied with a “Yeah, I guess.” This satisfied the girls, who proceeded to go outside to eat their food.

As the boys were finishing up, I heard one say, “Let’s just sit here.”
The response: “Well, we kind of have to go outside now. Sorry guys.”

An hour later, we saw the group of six walking by Dez’s dorm. It was one of the most adorable things ever and I could already smell the future drama and love triangles the six of them would have over the four years to come.

And it smelled like college.

I just overheard a phone call from an insureance agent that had to call a client so he would pay his bill. The conversation went something along the lines of this: "No, I can't loan you the money. That's illegal....Yes, even if you fax me bank statements and swear to pay me back by Friday. It's still illegal....I don't even have $7000 to loan you if I could, which I can't, because it's illegal....No, noone in our office does. The only other person here is an intern, and she is a college student. Also, it's ILLEGAL."

I giggled.

Realizations I have had at the idea of the end of the summer:
1. This is pretty much the last "summer" I am ever going to have. From now on, seasons will run together and really only be changes in the weather.
2. I have no desire to be near anyone dosey doeing. Especially when they are doing so to rap music. It is just criminal.
3. Texts can be very powerful. Especially when they are to Twitter.

So, only the first one really had anything to do with the end of the summer.
My mind just works in the way that it doesn't really work coherently.

1. Deciding to go to Knox despite the debt I have for it and will have to deal with at a later date. As cliché as it sounds, I really have found parts of myself I didn't know existed, and I feel like a better person for it.
2. Changing my major to International Relations. Education is great and all, but IR gives mea different sort of thrill. I can't explain it, but I'm certain some of you will understand.
3. Buying my car. It has been a fine example of an automotive device.
4. Having met any one of my friends, no matter what our relationship is now. I have learned something about myself and people in general from every person in my life, and I am very grateful for that.
5. Using spell-check on that last one. I spelled it "greatful" at first, looked at it, spelled it correctly, but still had to spell-check it.
6. All of those extra-curriculars I did in high school. They really haven't had that much bearing on my success or failures of the present, but the early mornings and late nights were still totally worth it, as was getting sick after every play from sheer exhaustion.
7. Moving from Vegas to the Midwest. I realize that I didn’t really have any choice in the matter, but I wouldn’t change it even if I did. I would be a very different person if I hadn’t moved to Illinois, and I like the person I am, for the most part.
8. Liking the Spice Girls, N*Sync, Britney Spears, and the Backstreet Boys. I admit it, I was into them when they were popular. It’s okay though. I can admit that when I was a tween I liked the same things most tweens liked. Don’t judge me.
9. Taking German. I like it, plain and simple. And German Club is one of the best things about Knox.
10. Joining ATP. It is a constant challenge that I like. That doesn’t mean challenge in a bad way. It means that it is something I still consider very much outside of what I am used to, and I really like that.
11. Every book I have ever read. Every word in every book has contributed to me in some way. This goes for the books I hated as well.
12. Staying up to write this, even though I am exhausted. It has made me feel quite a bit better, just because getting things out in a more concrete form does that. I wish I knew more about the psychological reasoning behind that.
13. That phone call. It is one of the best decisions I have made in a long time.

13 that I can think of off the top of my head because that is my number. I wouldn’t change a single one of those things.

Well, maybe #8 could change and I wouldn’t mind so much. But that really isn’t that bad.

That movie messes with your mind.

I just analyzed every situation with every boy I have ever liked/thought liked me.

Holy cow.

I hate men.

I had about a fifteen minute conversation with John Butler (or was it Joe? I can't remember. I am terrible with names). I work at Cottingham and Butler. That is John/Joe Butler as in cottingham and BUTLER. As he was asking me about my education, future plans, etc., he took a break to ask me if I had any questions at all about the company or anything along those lines.

The only thing in my head was "Why is your last name second? Did you lose a bet? Or get the shortest straw? Am I close?"


I am so damn awkward.

I blame Knox.

You ruined my morning. You hurt my feelings.
I can't believe you would be that cruel.
You left a hole in my life.


Why didn't you just start a fresh pot of coffee?

This poem was inspired by the wonderful person I work with that took the last of the coffee this morning. Not only did they fail to make a fresh pot so that everyone can enjoy the lifeblood that makes the day happen, they left the burner on, effectively burning the thin layer of coffee that was in the pot and making it disgusting. Guess who cleaned it up. That's right. The temp. Sara. Because I wanted coffee.


Oh wait, I forgot the last line of the poem:

Jerk.