Today I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane for the second time in my life. This skydive was scarier than my first, which was weird. I felt the wind a lot more during freefall, and was really having to work to breathe normally. Then I felt bad while under the parachute, probably because I hadn’t had anything to eat all day. Problems aside though, the jump was a lot of fun, and the view unparalleled.
It has been a quiet but nice weekend. Friday was a two movie night, as Jason and I saw both America’s Sweethears and Jurassic Park 3. Neither was great, but both were entertaining. Saturday we headed up to the Galleria for dinner and then to Amy’s for ice cream.
But the best part of last night was on our way home after ice cream. Jason was riding with me and we were talking about life at school…when suddenly I found myself talking about how stressful my last semester was. Now that I am happily removed from the situation and can look back on things, I realize that I was not a fun person to be around.
Jason said he’d gone through the same thing, and I remarked how I wish I could somehow apologize to everyone I negatively affected last spring. I wish I could say “I’m sorry” to the friends that I put through hell. Then Jason said, “You know what? They’re you’re friends. They stood by you because you’re important to them. Don’t underestimate that.”
He is so right.