Every night, before I slip into bed, I feel as if I've been run over 10 times with a bulldozer (given my past, that's a very likely possibility). I go to bed with a heavy heart and toss and turn all night long. My mind races with all the things I need to do, or should be doing, that a good night's rest is never achieved. Hence, why I haven't blogged in ages. You may ask why I torture myself so... even I've found myself asking that for the past couple of weeks.

However, last night has renewed the spark and excitement. I now understand why I do it... it's for the cause. People have sacrificed so much for me, it's my turn to do the sacrificing. My college experience has not been heightened by the classes I attend or the lectures I miss, but rather by the people I meet... and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.