It took 1.5 hours to drive to Columbia over 2.5 hours to get back. The difference: rain. We're not talking a gentle, lovely, soaking rain. We're talking I risked pulling off a six lane interstate rain because I couldn't see 10 feet in front of me. But, I got home safely. Clearly. It hadn't even rained at my house. Summertime thunderstorms, oh, how I love you.
The meeting was fruitful and provided some hope. If I understood correctly, their process is far more logical than my state's. I have some work ahead of me the next couple of days. The academic standards are far lower to teach middle school than high school. Needless to say, I'm good to go with the punks. I just need to swing by Chapel Hill and get some course equivalencies since I was a Classics major (not straight up English or History). My Classics and Comparative Lit classes should make up the deficit in English. But, I've never taken a European History Class. That's kind of bad and explains a lot.
Also, two supernatural things? I was looking for Zaxby's (a chicken fast food joint) and turned around in the parking lot of the building that my meeting was in three hours later. That seemed like a good sign. But, when I got in my car after the shindig, U2's "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" was playing. Background info: I've been praying that God reveal himself in all this madness. My take away: He's got a sense of humor.
I really enjoyed lunch with my brother at Chipotle. A balance of levity and gravity exist in our conversations. I'm always amazed what a fantastic guy he is. He's witty and caring. I think he got my pragmatic gene. Dude, I'm totally a doting, big sister.
I got home at 9pm. Did I run? Yes. But 3 miles instead of the prescribed 6. I'll make it up tomorrow.
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