Well I am officially registered for next fall, whoop! Bad news is that they don't offer the Spanish class during the first part of the summer. Which is making me a little nervous. I no longer have a fall back plan, if I can't get into a Blinn Spanish class this summer then I can't get a Spanish minor. If that's not in God's plan for me so be it, but I just have trouble seeing it that way. Since If you had asked me a year ago if I wanted to achieve anything pertaining to Spanish I would have flat out have told you "no". That would have been the end of it. So when I started to feel a tug towards learning Spanish and getting a minor, there was no doubt in my mind that it was God's doing. That's not to say that just because I can't get a minor I can't learn the language, because I obviously can and maybe that's what I'm really supposed to do. Maybe I don't need to get a minor but I need to learn the language. I don't know. I'm sorry if this paragraph doesn't make sense or just seems like a lot of blabbering but I guess I needed to write what's in my mind.
Memory #81
So I should probably start this post off with saying that I never went to prom. I should also say I don't regret that I didn't. People are always telling me that I missed out on some magical moment because I didn't spend money on a dress and a pair of shoes that I'll only wear once and I didn't get to awkwardly dance with my friends while gazing upon people I'm not incredibly fond of grinding or whatever it is that hooligans do at school dances. It's not my scene. That being said I have been to home coming. It was my freshman year and even though I didn't have a date I had my gal pals and we felt it necessary to go to homecoming. It was a rite of passage, you were not a high schooler until you had been christened by tasteless dancing and gettin all dolled up. It was a thing. Anyways I was beyond excited to go to my first real dance (No more silly middle school)
My mom indulged in my excitement (Probably because she was also thrilled to see me want to be girly) I remember going to three different Dillard's in order to find the perfect dress for homecoming. I remember my mom patiently waiting and giving me her verdict in the dressing room as I tried on each dress. Once the perfect dress was acquired we had searched high and low for the perfect shoe. The only thing left was to get dolled up for the night of splendor that laid before me. I was thinking that my mom would just help me get ready for the night and that would be it. But my mom surprised me the day of and whisked me away to a salon. Where I got my hair curled, my makeup done and of course, my nails done. I was so incredibly giddy. I remember feeling like a movie star. After I got all dolled up I remember my mom taking my friends and I out to dinner before dropping us off at Homecoming. While I don't remember enjoying homecoming that much I do remember the getting ready part which was made so much more special courtesy of my mother.
Love Always,
Erin
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