I'm on a grape fruit binge.
I just went through and labeled all my notebooks from my first term at U of O until now.
Holy.freaking.shit.
I've changed so much...in the way I write, in the way I organize my notes, in the way I think, the way I think about school and what I'm writing about, and in just, so many small, intricate ways. For example, I found the spot in my notes where I practiced how to use a capital E in cursive in my Latin American history class, and since that page I've only written them that way. Through today.
IT'S SO WEIRD.
I feel so different...and really good. With each notebook I opened up a time of my life where I was different in some strange ways. Every page makes me smile because I realize just how much I've been through over the last two and a half years, both academically and personally. I'm over here: geeking out over my history notes and how cool those classes were, reading how I used to write in my journalism classes, realizing how much the political science department sucks, and laughing at it all.
These are the good moments in life, when you realize: where you were, where you are, and just how much it took to make it this far.
I think I'm in love with my past tonight.
Holy.freaking.shit.
I've changed so much...in the way I write, in the way I organize my notes, in the way I think, the way I think about school and what I'm writing about, and in just, so many small, intricate ways. For example, I found the spot in my notes where I practiced how to use a capital E in cursive in my Latin American history class, and since that page I've only written them that way. Through today.
IT'S SO WEIRD.
I feel so different...and really good. With each notebook I opened up a time of my life where I was different in some strange ways. Every page makes me smile because I realize just how much I've been through over the last two and a half years, both academically and personally. I'm over here: geeking out over my history notes and how cool those classes were, reading how I used to write in my journalism classes, realizing how much the political science department sucks, and laughing at it all.
These are the good moments in life, when you realize: where you were, where you are, and just how much it took to make it this far.
I think I'm in love with my past tonight.