New beginnings

Cheers to a new start!!! I suppose I will begin by saying a little about myself. My name is Margaret Frances. I am an EMT-B and would love to be a paramedic. I want to join an emergency rescue squad and help with hurricanes, floods, tornadoes etc. I was going to a community college set to graduate with a regents bachelor of arts. Twenty three hours left until I graduate with a practically useless degree and they told me I was uneligible for financial aid. In their defense, I have been going to school for five years. And at the rate I was going, it would be another year and a half to finish. But I was going to pay it back! I promise! :D.
   The reality of the situation is I drank to much in college. I wasn't ready to decide what I wanted to do with my life so I took a little bit of everything until I could find something I wanted to stick with. Psychology almost interested me enough. But I'm not interested in being a psychologist. Due to lack of proper counselling and an extremely introverted personality, I only recently discovered that psychology is a great degree to graduate with when it comes to marketing because a graduate will possess the skills necessary to decipher what people want and need to hear in advertising. Blah.
   To be honest, the idea of not attending college is somewhat refreshing to me. I did not want to go to college directly after high school. I wanted to travel and experience. It absolutely blows that I am almost twenty three, recently married, and just purchased a house and now have the freedom to do the things I want (and the wonderful financial aid bills to go along with it) and all I want to do is finish my degree so I can have real money. But I'm trying to be positive. And the positive is that school sucks and I hated going. So I applied for a white water rafting job because I felt like it.
   My husband's name is Stephen and he is thirty years old. I've never met anyone like him. He is a paid fireman as well as a volunteer and he has always known what he wanted to be. That is probably why I fell in love with him. Opposites attract. If I could paint a picture what our relationship was like it would be of me standing in a field of flowers, under a tree, dancing in a big flowing dress, kerchief in one hand and the other, fingers spread, feeling the breeze flow between my fingers and I would be laughing. Stephen on the other hand would be leaning on the tree with his arms crossed, one ankle over the other, watching. Making sure I didn't hurt myself. Lol I don't know if it makes any sense to those reading, but it makes perfect sense to me. I am a free spirit and often times do things that put myself in danger. Stephen is very safe. He takes the risks necessary to feel alive without taking the risks that could kill you. He has never drank, smoked, tried a drug, and only drinks coffee about once a week. I on the other hand drink so much I black out every time, smoked about a pack a day, went to festivals, enjoyed my fair share of pot, and would probably never get out of bed without caffeine. It is absolutely unreal how different the things we do are compared to who we are and how we get along. But all of those silly things never stopped Stephen from enjoying the chase and eventually he caught me and pulled me back into the real world. I feel strongly that he saved my life. I'll never be able to repay him for that. But enough of the mushy stuff. Before you go off thinking our marriage is doomed to fail, our similarities are much stronger than our differences. We travel and camp and both enjoy the adrenaline rush associated with a disaster because we both have a strong desire to help. We scuba dive together, EMT together, and rescue together. It is a beautiful thing.
  I am gonna end the introduction here because it's getting beyond the point that I would want to read it and transitioning into the "I think I'll skip this part" stage. Next post: Headache house.