Unlocking

My college has lockers that line the bottom floor of most of the buildings on campus. They are a faded vintage orange giving the buildings a 1960s school feel. A lot of things are older in the college but these scream prehistoric. My bag weighs at least 30 pounds no joke there. Most days I wish the bottom of my bath tub wasn't so scary i'd soak my aching shoulders and neck. I thought that i would just have to get a post school message at the end of every semester or at least till i find some wheels where i can store my brick books when i didn't need them. Until one fateful day a couple of weeks ago my friend at church was telling me that i could get a locker. I was nervous. I had never worked with the elderly but i encouraged my self with my first car that was as old as i am that i drove. I went to the first locker no go I went through two lockers and numerous combinations until today. As always at the end of another failed try it had been my tradition(yes tradition because this was a tri-weekly occurrence) to bang something on the locker either a fist or foot even sometimes the head out of desperation. Then my locker savior happened to be walking by at that very moment. I gave him a skeptical agreement to let him have his hand at it even though i had witnessed this numerous times before. He patiently turned the dark dial and got into the locker first try. I was dumb founded I seriously thought that he used magic until I made him stay so he could watch me open it; My second time trying it that is.The moral of the story is when you meet with a brick wall its ok to bang your head on it eventually the right person will come along and show you the door you keep missing.

What do we need

I took a test to see how depressed i was in my Psychology book, the results found were that I was very much so. It sort of took me off guard, I mean I don't feel depressed. The results got me to thinking, maybe depression can be a state of mind. Not just a feeling but it can affect the way that you view the world around you. Maybe I look at things sadly. I often caught myself throwing the word "sad" around like an adjective for every not so good situation that people bring to my attention. Like if someone told me they were cooking and burnt the main course my reaction would be "awww sad". I notice that naturally I gravitate towards dark colors,quietness, activities that are better enjoyed alone, and reading. Its not that I feel sad its that I think sad. I mean I'm happy i'm going to school and that I know what I'm going for. I'm happy to see old friends again and caught up on their lives or to be able to keep in touch with new ones on new adventures. I have a job (finally!) and it is amazing. God has become more real to me, I mean what can i say life is good but maybe its my outlook needs to change.