Globes and maps
So my mom came to watch the OCircus recap, and got some awesome pictures of me, Sara the contortionist, the clock puppet, acrobalance, and some amazing ones of Dave Brown doing aerial. She also let me drag her to the barn to see the new babies, who are growing up so fast it's astounding. There are excessive pictures of them here.
School is over, and I am halfway through college (assuming it takes me four years to complete it). More and more frequently, I've been experiencing a desire to drop out. It annoys the shit out of me more than half the time, the quality of education doesn't seem worth the money my parents pay for it, and it gets in the way of a ton of things I would rather be doing (Playa del Fuego, Wildfire, and Burning Man, for example). I have also developed an allergic reaction to people who inquire about my major. The only thing I could relatively easily major in now is English, which I don't want to major in. The things it makes sense for me to major in are Art or Psychology--I think it's too late to major in Psych, and I'm honestly not sure I want anything else to do with the Art department after the way they've dealt with me. (I should probably defer to my mother on this. It may suck, but it will look better in the morning.)
I have a sense of being separated from people forever after graduation. I get this from middle school (because the last thing I wanted was to keep in touch with those people) and high school (same reason, but I had enough faith in the handful of people I loved to know I would see them again). That's not really true anymore, since I have more control now over who I keep track of. I have my own life; even college can't thwart that. If I want to visit people in California or New York or Maine, I can find a way to do it. No goodbyes; I'll see y'all later.
And after all, finally--je ne regrette rien.
School is over, and I am halfway through college (assuming it takes me four years to complete it). More and more frequently, I've been experiencing a desire to drop out. It annoys the shit out of me more than half the time, the quality of education doesn't seem worth the money my parents pay for it, and it gets in the way of a ton of things I would rather be doing (Playa del Fuego, Wildfire, and Burning Man, for example). I have also developed an allergic reaction to people who inquire about my major. The only thing I could relatively easily major in now is English, which I don't want to major in. The things it makes sense for me to major in are Art or Psychology--I think it's too late to major in Psych, and I'm honestly not sure I want anything else to do with the Art department after the way they've dealt with me. (I should probably defer to my mother on this. It may suck, but it will look better in the morning.)
I have a sense of being separated from people forever after graduation. I get this from middle school (because the last thing I wanted was to keep in touch with those people) and high school (same reason, but I had enough faith in the handful of people I loved to know I would see them again). That's not really true anymore, since I have more control now over who I keep track of. I have my own life; even college can't thwart that. If I want to visit people in California or New York or Maine, I can find a way to do it. No goodbyes; I'll see y'all later.
And after all, finally--je ne regrette rien.