Another year

  • I sold my truck in January, and have been without a vehicle ever since.
  • My dad’s health problems (heart related) caught us completely off guard in February.
  • I moved out of the Fraternity house in May. I can now say I’ve lived in one.
  • Samantha graduated with her first degree (Bachelor of Science in Communication).
  • We discovered that Jackson and Nashville have Moe’s Southwest Grills. Money flies out of our accounts.
  • I went the summer jobless in Martin, quite possibly the most depressing experience of my adult life.
  • I try to make money on a house in Greenfield, but that never really gets finished. One of my aunts owns it now.
  • I attended my first Sigma Phi Epsilon Grand Chapter Conclave in Nashville this August after winning an essay contest.
  • My eldest sister left MTSU, moved to Phoenix, Ariz. to attend Arizona State University
  • My father lost his job at a Nashville energy company, landing a new post with a Franklin, Tenn. communications company.
  • I learn the hard way that stacking five classes on top of each other doesn’t make the day any easier.
  • I find out I’ll graduate without having a single Physical Education (very easy to pass) classes on my transcript.
  • I have my first (and hopefully last) legal battle in defense of The Pacer, unless you count election challenges.
  • My mother transferred departments at her IT Administrator job to an office with windows. Not the software, but the glass kind.
  • I started my third year as Executive Editor of The Pacer after wrapping up a noteworthy second.
  • My graduation date moved up by a semester thanks to the new 120-hour degree program.
  • I finished up my Business Administration minor, passing rather tough Finance and Accounting courses.
  • My “new” Web site turned a year old, after many countless hours upgrading, tweaking and playing around with it.
  • I made my second trip to Michigan in as many years. This time was on sadder terms.
  • My account balance owed to lenders for my student loans triples. Ouch.
  • Samantha and I marked two years together.

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