Rollercoasters are fun! ... Sometimes.

You know the whooping sensation you feel when you’re riding a rollercoaster? The crazy exhilaration where your stomach rises up and makes that funny swooshing feeling in your stomach over the crescents and you feel giddy? Then the opposite experience of the unexpected extra force pulling you down at the bottom? Well, never has a weekend, and the time leading up to it, in my life been full of up and downs, or could be more analogous to a rollercoaster ride. Not that I can remember at least. It all started when I realized we had a fall break. I was elated because I finally had a chance to return to my home in Baton Rouge. I eagerly anticipated seeing my family, eating Cajun food, and hanging out with my friends back in town. I also couldn’t wait to drive my 2001 Mazda Miata. Not having a car here at Bama hasn’t been terribly inconvenient for me, but I truly love driving and have a big time need for speed- and that’s really why I couldn’t wait to hit the gas and fly through the gears. I had made plans to ride home with my friend who lives in New Orleans, and everything was set. As fall break approached, I changed focus and began studying for my biology test which was in a week. These tests are huge, so studying early really helps me out. Then in chemistry class I began studying for my test which was, go figure, also in a week. This didn’t fully hit me until I literally lined up my syllabi next to one another and saw the horrifying alignment of my tests. The intimidating thought of my two biggest exams on the same day was bad enough, but it was worse that I would have to spend my entire weekend at home studying for the two tests upon my imminent return. Sadly I didn’t tell anyone about my return, so I could stick to what’s important. A couple of days before fall break, when the excitement of fall break returned, I got a call from my ride saying she could no longer take me because she had to leave a day earlier. Her profuse apologies didn’t do much to help my disgust. Luckily I found a ride home on the train, which I’d tell you about if I hadn’t slept through the ride. So everything was just fine and dandy until I got home. Why you ask? My car, my precious black convertible, got sold the morning of the day I returned. The morning. Needless to say, I got home that night night. So I had no chance to drive it again, or even say goodbye. I got over it quickly though because I knew it was coming, and immediately went to see my brother and my friends, which was great after so long. I alternated depressing bouts of studying with fun filled times of seeing my friends. Saturday I planned on studying and finishing everything, but I ended up watching college football all day. Bama won! I was happy. Then, in possibly the biggest upset (no pun intended) of the weekend, the LSU Tigers, whom I adore, lost to Kentucky. And then I had to study. So here I am now, back in Bama, my hair tousled and my heart still beating fast from my thrilling time of ups and downs.