Do you wanna shoulder this weather?
"Is this Christian music?"
"Yes."
"Good. That almost makes up for how illegal what we're doing is."
I'm exhausted. I wish I was at art school. It is nice here. I have many friends. I go out every single night and I'm having a lot of fun. I write for the newspaper. I'm as involved as they come. I want as much as I can get out of this experience. Still, it's lacking. I hate all but one of my classes, and since I don't care anymore, I don't even put the effort I should into that. There is no art. Maybe the one art class I have next semester will be good, but since I'm not into Theology or Early Childhood Education, this really isn't the place for me. Even in my allegedly advanced literature class, there's kids playing full screen video games as opposed to engaging in meaningful discussion. They do not offer Graphic Design. Everyone goes home on weekends and it kind of makes me wish I was in Virginia. At JMU.
And if I ever happen to bring it up, everyone gets all sentimental about how much they want me around for the next four years, that I should change my intended major to something Redeemer offers for that very reason. I like it here, but I have no idea what it is I'm doing with my life. Also the sneaking suspicion it's all a bunch of crap.
I do think I know what I want to do with my life. I want to be a Graphic Designer. Maybe my opinion is tainted by the fact that I miss Virginia and that Jay and Laura go to JMU, but I don't think that's it at all. It is a common question here to ask why I am at Redeemer, especially since I came from so far away. I honestly don't know. I don't know what it was that I saw here.
Don't get me wrong, I love it here. I'm having a blast. I don't want to do this forever, though. At least I don't think I do.
Sleep deprivation leads to illness, kids. I feel like excrement. It's amazing how slowly time goes when you're awake like twenty hours every day. It feels like it should be Thanksgiving already (American style).
Chaz, you are so unspeakably amazing. Your letter made my day. Words can't even express. I was feeling horrible, then I checked my mailbox. I now need somewhere worthy to slap 'em!
I am now the proud owner of royal blue Crocs as well. They're my first (and only) pair of Canadian Crocs ever. Quote of the day: "Wow! I didn't even recognize you with the blue shoes!"
"Yes."
"Good. That almost makes up for how illegal what we're doing is."
I'm exhausted. I wish I was at art school. It is nice here. I have many friends. I go out every single night and I'm having a lot of fun. I write for the newspaper. I'm as involved as they come. I want as much as I can get out of this experience. Still, it's lacking. I hate all but one of my classes, and since I don't care anymore, I don't even put the effort I should into that. There is no art. Maybe the one art class I have next semester will be good, but since I'm not into Theology or Early Childhood Education, this really isn't the place for me. Even in my allegedly advanced literature class, there's kids playing full screen video games as opposed to engaging in meaningful discussion. They do not offer Graphic Design. Everyone goes home on weekends and it kind of makes me wish I was in Virginia. At JMU.
And if I ever happen to bring it up, everyone gets all sentimental about how much they want me around for the next four years, that I should change my intended major to something Redeemer offers for that very reason. I like it here, but I have no idea what it is I'm doing with my life. Also the sneaking suspicion it's all a bunch of crap.
I do think I know what I want to do with my life. I want to be a Graphic Designer. Maybe my opinion is tainted by the fact that I miss Virginia and that Jay and Laura go to JMU, but I don't think that's it at all. It is a common question here to ask why I am at Redeemer, especially since I came from so far away. I honestly don't know. I don't know what it was that I saw here.
Don't get me wrong, I love it here. I'm having a blast. I don't want to do this forever, though. At least I don't think I do.
Sleep deprivation leads to illness, kids. I feel like excrement. It's amazing how slowly time goes when you're awake like twenty hours every day. It feels like it should be Thanksgiving already (American style).
Chaz, you are so unspeakably amazing. Your letter made my day. Words can't even express. I was feeling horrible, then I checked my mailbox. I now need somewhere worthy to slap 'em!
I am now the proud owner of royal blue Crocs as well. They're my first (and only) pair of Canadian Crocs ever. Quote of the day: "Wow! I didn't even recognize you with the blue shoes!"