Ramble Writing of R.D. Hayes

Telling personal stories while trying to teach a class can make you feel vulnerable, especially if you are like me and don't like to talk about your past or the people that helped to create that past.    I was told to do a class on heat and cold injuries in front of my peers. I was informed of this a month ago. I am a procrastinator, this is what I am and I am not proud of it. So, like most people who procrastinate, I put it off until the very last minute and then ran myself crazy trying to put it together.    Death by PowerPoint; this is was not my intentions at all. I was originally told that I could get up in front of the class and do it but, a few days before the class I was informed that it had to be a power point. I freaked! I freaked because I had no earthly idea on how to even get started, I freaked because I hadn't even studied on the class, I freaked because I was going to be put to shame in front of all of my peers. It was going to be a wreck and I felt li...

The hardest part of being me was that I sometimes didn't know how to be me. I had struggled daily trying to figure out who I was. I did not know from one day to the next if I was even happy with myself.    I had dated this guy for months in an on again off again relationship. The kind of relationship that leaves everyone asking why. We may or may not have caused each other more anguish  than intended, but I needed to know why I couldn't hold down a relationship.    I called him daily. You are probably wondering why I would call someone that I was trying to move on from. Well, let me explain.    This guy wasn't your average Joe; he was smart, charming, and made more sense than anyone I had ever met. He used logic on everything that he did. He never questioned logic, not like me anyways. I would think of a million reasons why I had to do it even if it did not make sense. He, on the other hand, would stop and take time to think about it as a whole and dec...