I've had a good week so far. I can't believe there's only 6.5 weeks left. And only 4.5 of class. This semester has gone so fast. I'm so glad for that too, I know things will just keep getting faster. I'll be teaching my own class before I know it.
This week I started guitar lessons. I'm taking them from a guy named Pete Banfield. He's been playing guitar for like 30 years and has taught lessons for like 20 of those. He's even written some songs that he sold to Disney. I feel confident in his ability to teach me. I already learned how to play most of a whole song. A Taylor Swift one even. Any lessons teacher that teaches what the student wants is a winner.
Also this week, last night actually, I cut all my hair off. I probably cut 6 inches off where the shortest layer is. I'm not sure how I feel about it but no one has said anything bad yet. Except my dad, but that's cause he's been bitter ever since I cut off like 12 inches in one day. So now everytime I cut it he says, "I thought you were going to grow it out again." And I say, "No dad, I'm never growing it out that long again." And he says, "Oh. Okay." I swear this happens ever 6 months or so when I drastically cut my hair.
I don't have a lot to say really. I need some prayer over the next few weeks because all of my professors have jammed everything into the last few weeks. Which I think is rather dumb. But oh well. It's a race to the finish now.
Okay that's all.
-Kristina
