Diana Reader

On Sunday I went to church.  Normally this wouldn't be strange but it's been awhile for me, for a multitude of reasons that sum up to be no more than monumental excuses.  It was a small sanctuary, quilts littering the sea of white.  It was comforting, though I had a feeling this wasn't quite the fit for me. The service started and hymns were sung, readings were read, and prayers were prayed.  The deeper I got into the service, the more I had to continually bring my focus back into reality.  My mind kept wandering to so many other things, and it wasn't until half way through the sermon did I realize just how distracted I had become.  It hit me like a ton of bricks--the vines of my stresses, worries, and distractions had crawled up around me and fought for my attention.  The worship song began, and suddenly I had never felt so small.  Diminutive.  Microscopic.  Infinitesimal.  At that moment I felt the lilliputian role I played in...

To wrap up my first year of DPT school, I am going to give you some quotes that have happened in the last couple weeks. Krista looking through her calendar intently before class: Me: "What are you doing?" Krista: "I'm just trying to orient myself to the day and month, to be honest." Learning about the unit Dalton in reference to the phoresable definition, Krista leans over to me and whispers: "I dated a guy named Dalton.  His mom was a biologist. *Dramatic pause*  She did that on purpose." During the 7k race talking about pheromones and discussing how attraction can be based on these scents, we get on the topic of a certain person and Brianna says: "Ugh, he probably smells like freakin roses." Talking about what attracts us (post 7k race) while drinking a free beer we were given, naturally I say something related to the current situation: Me: "I like to smell people when they drink." Brianna: "What?!" Me: ...