Today was the beginning of my long weekend. I gave my speech about banning fireworks, took a test in Diversity, and we starting practicing first aid on each other in health. I was paired with a boy in my class I didn't know, but we were both good sports about it. I have very low blood pressure, so when he tried to take mine he got a number so low he was sure that he was doing it wrong. My poor partner. :) Then we acted out scenarios as if we were first responders, so of course we had to bandage each other, splint limbs, do a head-to-toe examination, etc. Basically, invade each other's personal space bubble. With a head-to-toe, you essentially feel the person's body, searching for injury, from "head" to "toe." (Obviously.) So at the end of class, my partner sticks out his hand. "Now that I've felt you up, my name's Blake," he said, grinning. I laughed. "I'm Rachel." After classes were over, I called up Patrick and asked if he wanted to get together and hang out. He didn't have a car, so he rode his bike to campus. We spent an hour and a half in the basement of the PA, just talking about everything. Music, college, friends, music, parents, cancer, music, music, etc. We reminisced about music camp a lot! It is how we met, after all. Something Patrick said that struck a chord (no pun intended!) with me: "Those were the best memories of my life." I'll elaborate that in my private entry later. After awhile we decided to walk to the Hub in University Square to get coffee. Apparently Patrick and I have very similar tastes as far as coffee goes! We both can drink it any time of day, we're both known for our coffee addictions, and we both agree that Kwik Trip has the best coffee, despite the fact it's a gas station. Who knew? By the time we walked back to MSU and Patrick left, we had spent three hours together! I had forgotten how much I love that boy. The last time we saw each other was over Christmas break, freshman year (about a year and a half ago). My mom came to pick me up and I drove home. My parents spent most of the day at Mayo in a class that was supposed to prepare them for my dad's surgery tomorrow. I spent the better part of the night scrapbooking and watching a movie. I've got to go to bed early; tomorrow is going to be long. :(