Yes, I am still alive. I think what I had planned out to be a nap from writing after finals turned an elongated hibernation.

Well, I am home now and winter break is here at the best possible time. As much as I love the cold weather back at C-ville, I think Houston’s relative warmer weather can’t be hated. My parents will never understand me when I say “I don’t need a jacket, it’s hot outside.”

Though yesterday was Christmas the day the family gets together is on Christmas Eve, better known as Noche Buena by my Mexican parents. I spent it with my parents, brothers and their wives, and my newborn neice who is now a month old.

Opening gifts was freakin awesome. My oldest brother is a private Ford Diesel Mechanic and we all pitched in to get my dad a F-250. Well, being a college student I am going to work for him over the next three weeks to pay off my part. We handed my dad the gift bag and the keys were inside. His first response was “Oh, I needed new keys.” Then when we told him to go outside, he could not believe it. He was stoked because he has always wanted one. All the excitment took me back to a year ago when I was still in high school.

A year ago I had just received my acceptance letters from Wabash, St.Thomas here in Houston and Berklee College of Music in Boston. That is after I took out my denial letters and schools I really did not want to go to. Denial letters were probably the best thing that I got at the time, (not as great as my Wabash acceptance lettter though). For me, the more options I have it becomes overhwelming. It would still be 4 more months until I had to make the biggest and greatest decision of my life yet, but it was nice that my options were those I liked. This time last year when family was over from all over, they were all asking me the same thing “Where are you going for school?” I would reply with, “Not sure yet, but these are my options” and I’d tell them what I knew about each school and the great alumni they had all produced.

At the time, I saw my life going in three different directions and what I imagined life at Wabash is not how it is at all. It is a million times better. It is definitely hard, but football or any sport would not be fun or interesting if it looked or was easy. Thats why Wabash Always Fights, because nothing is easy and we can work hard through it. WAF WAF WAF

Thanks for reading, and in the spirit of Ron Burgundy “Stay Classy.”