Wake Forest Bird Sanctuary?

I enjoy this small town of Wake Forest. One street through the center of town with little shops of antiques, coffee shops and art galleries. It's really the perfect place for me. The welcome sign on the way into Wake Forest states that it's a bird sanctuary. Funny, since I haven't noticed an over abundance of birds. Until today.

Is been raining for the past three days. Not just a little rain but a lot a lot a lot. In fact, I think I may be the only of my friends that is not trudging around campus in cute little polka dotted rain boots. It's wet and humid so much so that the bark on the trees has turned a dark color much like the soil surrounding them. You can see the humidity filing the air with a foggy haze. Imagine with me if you will...I am on my way to my NT class, with my hot coffee in one hand and books in the other. My cup is steaming as the warmth of my coffee hits the cool fall air. Nearly to class when a flock of birds is flying in my direction. First flock I have seen since coming to Wake Forest. Perhaps they are on their way to the so called "sanctuary." I didn't not prepare myself for what happened next, perhaps because the chances of being pooped on by a bird is 1-5000 (now this number probably increases considering the size of the flock). Non the less one of the flock released just as flying over my coffee. That's right, straight into my coffee cup. Splashing up hot coffee all over my hand and cloths. Perhaps my shocked reaction created a more overly exaggerated splash, I don't know. I was glad to have coffee stains on my cloths rather than bird poo. Non the less my coffee took on a nice frothy latte color, not fit for drinking. Wake Forest a bird sanctuary? This has most definitely increased my chances on getting pooped on.

It is what it is. Life at Seminary.

Life here is going good I still can't believe I am in the midst of perusing my masters degree. It’s another endeavor that had you told me a year ago I would be attempting to complete I would have argued against the very thought. Non the less here I am. I took a photography job with the university. I dress for success every day in my slacks, scarf and high heals. Is this what it feels like to be an adult? I am 27 now, there is no going backward in time only forward and growing up. I walk with a new found confidence with my fancy big camera and ginormous lens. It’s an extra 20lbs to my book bag, but makes me look like somebody. Or so I think. See behind this successful looking woman is only a girl, who is wondering where on earth these shoes came from and if my right foot is bigger than my left, because I can’t seem to keep this blessed shoe from slipping every time I take a step and are you suppose to wear socks with this type of shoe and will anyone notice my jacket is stripped but my pants are plaid and why did it have to rain when I don’t have an umbrella, now my pants are wet up to my knees and dang it what class am I walking to now and how do you turn this camera on any way?

It’s is beautiful here which sometimes makes up for the fact that I am once again alone in a new place making all new friends and learning a new job. I daily hold back the tears of being overwhelmed and look forward to a new day of learning. I just hope I don’t trip in these shoes.