Weekend Report
I was talking to Tom briefly the other day, and mentioned that I'd be away from the Internet for awhile. He said that he hoped I'd at least keep journaling, so I'll try to update regularly with what's going on in my life. Very likely, this will make for some duller than normal entries, but we'll have to see.
I did go linedanceing Friday night, and, like I guessed, Jill never did call me back. The next time I get a chance to talk with her, we're going to have a lot to discuss. I don't need this from her... if she only wants to see me when she needs help with homework, she can hire me as a tutor. I feared this is how she felt for awhile, but I haven't wanted to bring it up. Now, I feel that I need to confront her on it. I may not deserve better, but I'm certainly going to try for it. She knows how I feel, too, and I don't like being taken advantage of because of that.
Well, that was somewhat off of the linedancing idea, wasn't it? It was actually a lot of fun. I went with a bunch of my brothers from my fraternity. None of us are big country fans, but some of them said line dancing is fun, so we trusted them on that. And, at first it wasn't. In fact, linedancing is downright frustrating when you seem to have two left feet. Normally, I would have quit right then. But, a few of the guys kept me at it, made me practice in between songs, and gave me some tips. By the end of the night, I was dancing better than most of them.
Sure, that's a strange analogy, but I think it sums up my feelings about the fraternity very well. My Brothers have made me better than I would have been on my own. It's been hard, but they've supported me as I did new things, and challenged me to become even better. Sometimes, I worried about not living up to my potential... you know, not becoming a good, responsible and reliable person. I don't worry about that anymore.
Saturday was parent's day, and I got to seem my mom, dad, and step-dad again. Going off to college sort of makes things weird... They're still my parents, alright, but they're different, the relationship is different. And I think it's better that way. They seem to look at me as an adult now, capable of making my own choices and leading my life. But at the same time they are there providing me with any sort of support I need, and not judging me harshly for needing it.
Before they left, my RA, being a film major, recorded my parents and I, each of us saying what we thought made for a happy life. It was interesting hearing what each had to say. My answer was that happiness came from realizing that you would not always be happy. That life would get hard, things would go wrong, and you would be sad. But, as long as you held onto the hope that things would get better, than you could be happy. That was what mattered most. I was up very late friday night, so that night I went to bed pretty early (around 1:00).
I woke up the next morning, looked at my clock, and did a doubletake. It read 1:37 PM. I had somehow slept for over 12 hours, and had appearently needed it. I got out of bed, showered, and then got to work on my homework and fraternity work. That went on pretty much nonstop until around seven thirty, when I went out to dinner with some guys from my fraternity.
When I got back to my dorm, two girls from upstairs (Mandy (she's quite pretty) and Jessie) came down asking if my roomate amd I if we had any scary movies. Dave suggested The Jacket since we didn't have any "real scary" movies and it was pretty creepy. So they invited us to come up with them and watch it. Dave sure wasn't kidding when he said the movie was strange! It was a good time, though.
Speaking of Dave... we're definately getting along a lot better now. It's sort of weird, just based on how different we are. It's a good thing, though. It's also great that the others from my dorm are warming up to him too. Hanging out in the dorm is more fun when everyone gets along. At least, everyone who matters. :P
After the movie, I headed back to my room and finished up my homework. I got online, checked my emails, and found out that a cousin of mine living up in wisconsin had joined facebook and tracked down my profile. It was a surprise hearing from him, for sure! I'm sort of looking forward to the next big family reunion... It'll be nice to catch up with everyone again. I guess school makes you appreciate family more.
And now I'm journaling. And soon I will be sleeping. Goodnight to the two of you who didn't fall asleep reading this loooong essay!
I did go linedanceing Friday night, and, like I guessed, Jill never did call me back. The next time I get a chance to talk with her, we're going to have a lot to discuss. I don't need this from her... if she only wants to see me when she needs help with homework, she can hire me as a tutor. I feared this is how she felt for awhile, but I haven't wanted to bring it up. Now, I feel that I need to confront her on it. I may not deserve better, but I'm certainly going to try for it. She knows how I feel, too, and I don't like being taken advantage of because of that.
Well, that was somewhat off of the linedancing idea, wasn't it? It was actually a lot of fun. I went with a bunch of my brothers from my fraternity. None of us are big country fans, but some of them said line dancing is fun, so we trusted them on that. And, at first it wasn't. In fact, linedancing is downright frustrating when you seem to have two left feet. Normally, I would have quit right then. But, a few of the guys kept me at it, made me practice in between songs, and gave me some tips. By the end of the night, I was dancing better than most of them.
Sure, that's a strange analogy, but I think it sums up my feelings about the fraternity very well. My Brothers have made me better than I would have been on my own. It's been hard, but they've supported me as I did new things, and challenged me to become even better. Sometimes, I worried about not living up to my potential... you know, not becoming a good, responsible and reliable person. I don't worry about that anymore.
Saturday was parent's day, and I got to seem my mom, dad, and step-dad again. Going off to college sort of makes things weird... They're still my parents, alright, but they're different, the relationship is different. And I think it's better that way. They seem to look at me as an adult now, capable of making my own choices and leading my life. But at the same time they are there providing me with any sort of support I need, and not judging me harshly for needing it.
Before they left, my RA, being a film major, recorded my parents and I, each of us saying what we thought made for a happy life. It was interesting hearing what each had to say. My answer was that happiness came from realizing that you would not always be happy. That life would get hard, things would go wrong, and you would be sad. But, as long as you held onto the hope that things would get better, than you could be happy. That was what mattered most. I was up very late friday night, so that night I went to bed pretty early (around 1:00).
I woke up the next morning, looked at my clock, and did a doubletake. It read 1:37 PM. I had somehow slept for over 12 hours, and had appearently needed it. I got out of bed, showered, and then got to work on my homework and fraternity work. That went on pretty much nonstop until around seven thirty, when I went out to dinner with some guys from my fraternity.
When I got back to my dorm, two girls from upstairs (Mandy (she's quite pretty) and Jessie) came down asking if my roomate amd I if we had any scary movies. Dave suggested The Jacket since we didn't have any "real scary" movies and it was pretty creepy. So they invited us to come up with them and watch it. Dave sure wasn't kidding when he said the movie was strange! It was a good time, though.
Speaking of Dave... we're definately getting along a lot better now. It's sort of weird, just based on how different we are. It's a good thing, though. It's also great that the others from my dorm are warming up to him too. Hanging out in the dorm is more fun when everyone gets along. At least, everyone who matters. :P
After the movie, I headed back to my room and finished up my homework. I got online, checked my emails, and found out that a cousin of mine living up in wisconsin had joined facebook and tracked down my profile. It was a surprise hearing from him, for sure! I'm sort of looking forward to the next big family reunion... It'll be nice to catch up with everyone again. I guess school makes you appreciate family more.
And now I'm journaling. And soon I will be sleeping. Goodnight to the two of you who didn't fall asleep reading this loooong essay!