Hello my baby

I doubt I'll be able to do a entry every day, but I was in the mood to do another today. Rewinding the clock a little bit, I'll now talk about my early years of life, which of course I don't remember at all so I'll be discussing tidbits I've heard from my parents..

I was a rather small baby. I'm not sure my exact size, but I remember my Mom saying I was about an arm length for her (she is 5 feet 4 inches). I was born with blond hair, which became dirty blond as I aged. My parents picked the name Wyatt from a baby book they had read, not after the famous cowboy. My middle name, James, was after my godfather who was my Dad's best friend. I’ve never met him because they had a falling out caused by something to do with James's girlfriend. While I was in the hospital I was given medication for some sort of illness. A side effect of the medicine was the appearance of a white spot on the bottom of my right front tooth. I still have it today and it is very noticeable when my teeth are yellow. My Mom told me my Dad’s greatest concern after I was born was if I was was expelling feces. He constantly asked her about it for reasons unknown. I remember my Dad mentioning the night they brought me home was a particularly cold night and that they were very worried about my safety. One interesting thing about my birth was that I was pulled out by forceps, which there were repercussions for that I will be dealing with next month. My grandmother Memere (my great grandparents were French Canadian, which is what grandma translates too) use to give me baths in her sink. I was a happy baby that caused little difficulty. That's about all I know.

I went to the Liberal Arts Dean's Office today to find out if my second petition to drop a class was successful. Instead of going directly to the Dean, it will have to go through a committee on Wednesday. My first one passed so I'm not too distressed. I didn't want to drop two classes, but because of all the medical problems I've had this semester, it was a logical decision. I was taking five classes, and since the fifth class didn't cost anything, I'll only lose out on one credit I paid for. I forgot to meet with a professor regarding being an assistant for his research this fall. I became interested in the position after reading a pamphlet with this description; “Interpersonal Relationships Lab. Assist with social psychology research projects involving close relationships and perceptions of others. The responsibilities include assisting with recruiting participants, collecting data (serving as “experimenters”), and coding videotaped interactions. Hours vary with number of academic credits”. My adviser told us at a meeting once that taking multiple labs will look good on applications for graduate school, which is something I’m aspiring for. I had contacted a graduate student about his research assistant position earlier, but it had already been taken. I'm doing a four credit lab right now and plan on doing a two credit lab in the fall and another two credit lab either in the spring or during senior year.

Something unexpected happened today. When I was at my school's gym, I saw a person I've been trying very hard to avoid and her roommate. I've gone so far as not going to the main library on campus, the Diamond Library, anymore because she works there, as does another friend of hers in the Information Technology department who was as cold as ice when I asked her a few questions some weeks ago. Luckily she and her roommate didn't see me, so I snuck over to a different part of the gym. After a half hour of exercising, I stopped to use a different machine. I peered around and didn't see them, so I assumed they had left. The next machine I used was facing the window, allowing me to see the door to the changing room. With only a few minutes left to go, I saw her roommate walk out of the changing room. We exchanged glances, which I'm not sure is good or a bad. We made small talk on our last encounter, so she seemed to be on good terms with me and almost acted like nothing had happened. She also text messaged days earlier checking up on me, but I'm not sure where we're at now. I was worried by the time I was done the girl I’m trying to avoid would come out of the changing room as I went there, since she hadn't left with her friend, but luckily she did not.

So yeah, not the most interesting update. Besides that, I had trouble concentrating last night and ended up watching television for hours on end. I paid for it today; I must have spent over 4 hours working on homework this morning. I plan on doing some more after I write this, but I have no idea how successful I will be as I'm already pretty tired.