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This week has been pretty good, as I had a tiny vacation for All Saints Day and Election Day.

I work in DeSoto Parish doing title work and abstracting for a company (industry ethics don’t allow me to say the company name) and the courthouse was closed on Monday for All Saints Day mad Tuesday for elections. Good little holiday but I still worked from my house, which I have converted into a home office. I live with two friends, Grant and Cameron, in a house that Grant’s mother bought and renovated. We helped with the new additions and repairs and have been living here for exactly one year this Sunday. After doing all the painting, some carpentry, and other large endeavors around here the house has become extremely endearing.

We worked so hard to help her complete the renovations and played a humongous part in the completion and final layout of the house.

As I said, I have turned my room into a home office with a desk, printer/fax/scanner, lights, file cabinets, wireless keyboard, and huge monitor.

This monitor happens to be a Christmas present to myself from last December, a 42” Samsung television. I can hook my computer up to the television and sit in my bed surfing the net, working on the DeSoto Parish Clerk of Court website, or even writing a blog post. I also have speakers set up to send out soothing music to aid my studying or to make a more intense experience while watching an action movie.

Okay, okay.

I know it doesn’t sound like an office environment with all the fun gadgets, but I do work very hard.

It’s tough juggling 15 hours of school and meeting weekly deadlines for my job but I work hard enough to do so. Many people in my office try to make me look bad, as they realize a 21 year-old kid is doing the same thing they are. It’s ok, I don’t let it bother me anymore because I know I’ll be much better off in the long run if I hold my head high and work my butt off. I have been blackmailed before, with a still unknown perpetrator going through my work and leaving me notes claiming to “tell the bosses” that I wasn’t completing my work. I do my work, just on a strange and different time frame. Let’s call it the college student timeline.

I sometimes feel like a chicken with my head cut off, flying down the highway to Mansfield, LA to get to work on time then flying back north to get to class or to work on papers and projects. The one thing that keeps me going is the idea that I can further my general knowledge about life, people, and myself if I am able to push myself past my comfortable limits.

I love to test and challenge myself in any way possible. Can I make an ‘A’? Can I close the gap in the chain of title for the abstract I’m working on in time to make the deadline?

I like to power through adversity, if that’s a good explanation. I feel many people merely settle during their life and find themselves wondering “what if?”.

I never want to put myself in that situation, which is why I feel like it’s necessary for me to keep on keep'in on.

Here’s a quote I wish I could take credit for, but I’ve always remembered it as it’s from my favorite movie, Braveheart.

Every man dies, but not everyman TRULY lives.

Bang, boom, pow… I’m out.