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Home.
So I'm home for Thanksgiving break, for a whole 10 days. It's nice because most schools only get 3 days off next week, but I get the whole week off. So that plus two weekends is a lot of time to be home.
It's good to be home. Weird, but good. Good in the sense that for the first time in a long time, I could finally have a SALAD and good food. At Vanderbilt, I try to eat healthy, but it's impossible. I hate the food there because I'm not used to eating so much fried food or food cooked with so much butter and fatty oils. My mom only used olive oil, and she used even that very sparsely. I feel so gross and unhealthy up there. I hate it. I wish I had my own kitchen so I could cook my own foods and not have to eat this processed, fried crap that they serve.
I went back and visited my old high school today. It probably sounds weird, but it's really common for graduates of the high school to come back and visit old teachers and administrators because it was a very small, tight-knit school, and in reality, we were all like one giant family.
I went back, and I was sad. I mean, I loved seeing everyone--all the younger students and my old teachers--again, but at the same time, I just didn't FIT. Not that that's unexpected, seeing as I'm neither a teacher nor a high school student anymore, but something about being in that school just felt so odd. I went there from 4th grade to 12th grade, but I go away for 3 months, and those 10 years just go out the window. I felt awkward in the hallways seeing some of the other students. I was pretty sad afterwards. I wanted to go back and fit just right in again, but I realized that it's not my life anymore. And that's sad because I live in the past, and I want it to be my life and I want to go back to it, to the familiar hallways and faces and the life. I miss that place where everyone knows you and likes you and all your teachers are warm and friendly and genuinely care about you. I miss a lot of things about that time in my life. I miss driving myself to/from school, chatting in the hallways with friends before and after class, just joking around with the teachers and students for 10 minutes every period instead of learning stuff. I feel like it all went by too fast, just as I was beginning to really realize how wonderful it was.
oh well, at least I'm home.
So I'm home for Thanksgiving break, for a whole 10 days. It's nice because most schools only get 3 days off next week, but I get the whole week off. So that plus two weekends is a lot of time to be home.
It's good to be home. Weird, but good. Good in the sense that for the first time in a long time, I could finally have a SALAD and good food. At Vanderbilt, I try to eat healthy, but it's impossible. I hate the food there because I'm not used to eating so much fried food or food cooked with so much butter and fatty oils. My mom only used olive oil, and she used even that very sparsely. I feel so gross and unhealthy up there. I hate it. I wish I had my own kitchen so I could cook my own foods and not have to eat this processed, fried crap that they serve.
I went back and visited my old high school today. It probably sounds weird, but it's really common for graduates of the high school to come back and visit old teachers and administrators because it was a very small, tight-knit school, and in reality, we were all like one giant family.
I went back, and I was sad. I mean, I loved seeing everyone--all the younger students and my old teachers--again, but at the same time, I just didn't FIT. Not that that's unexpected, seeing as I'm neither a teacher nor a high school student anymore, but something about being in that school just felt so odd. I went there from 4th grade to 12th grade, but I go away for 3 months, and those 10 years just go out the window. I felt awkward in the hallways seeing some of the other students. I was pretty sad afterwards. I wanted to go back and fit just right in again, but I realized that it's not my life anymore. And that's sad because I live in the past, and I want it to be my life and I want to go back to it, to the familiar hallways and faces and the life. I miss that place where everyone knows you and likes you and all your teachers are warm and friendly and genuinely care about you. I miss a lot of things about that time in my life. I miss driving myself to/from school, chatting in the hallways with friends before and after class, just joking around with the teachers and students for 10 minutes every period instead of learning stuff. I feel like it all went by too fast, just as I was beginning to really realize how wonderful it was.
oh well, at least I'm home.