Through the storm we reach the shore...
The semester is over, and I'm home in Potomac, Maryland. As many of you are or will be shortly, I am bored and surfing the internet. I read a few posts down and felt nostalgic... so I guess I'll mimic my old self and actually be upfront about everything!
I had a great semester. My grades haven't all come out yet, but it's likely that they're all (or mostly) A's- and the best part was just loving my classes enough to WANT to study. I'm pre-law now and feeling pretty comfortable with that sofar, but I've learned to take firm-but-baby-steps (a fat baby perhaps? ...but most fortunate babies are fat). I've also gotten some pretty awesome opportunities- speaking on a panel about racism, participating in a race relations discussion group, a leadership conference, being on the leadership team for my fellowship. I celebrated one year in a really fulfilling, romantic, enjoyable- may I say healthy?- relationship with a phenomenally strong, ambitious, and loving man. We went on a trip that made me happier than... a Case kid on DC++! No, actually, much happier. I even tried on some rings....but shh! Patience, please. *grins*
...and I had a traumatizing semester. I realized mid-semester that throughout high school, I had real, honest-to-God Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It accounts for everything- from my 20-lb weight loss to my dizzy vomiting spells to my daily feelings of terror and my subsequent fascination with anything horror-related. It's tough to realize that I can't, or at least shouldn't, blame anyone for the effects it's had on my life. My housing situation is a little chaotic and I feel a little out of my element, mostly for reasons of my own. I've had a few fallings-out, a few more driftings-away, and very, very few close friends. The hardest part is that I never really thought I'd end up this way- the social butterfly, on the phone 5 hours a day?! I'm a little lonely- not in a "oh no one spends time with me and no one likes me" way, but in that I regret that I can't really laugh and cry with many people, and that it's my own fault.
But... any way the wind blows! I'm living and growing through it all, and I'm stronger for it. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays- anything any of you want to hear- I hope that you're blessed and loved during this chilly and lonely winter!
Love,
Sheila
I had a great semester. My grades haven't all come out yet, but it's likely that they're all (or mostly) A's- and the best part was just loving my classes enough to WANT to study. I'm pre-law now and feeling pretty comfortable with that sofar, but I've learned to take firm-but-baby-steps (a fat baby perhaps? ...but most fortunate babies are fat). I've also gotten some pretty awesome opportunities- speaking on a panel about racism, participating in a race relations discussion group, a leadership conference, being on the leadership team for my fellowship. I celebrated one year in a really fulfilling, romantic, enjoyable- may I say healthy?- relationship with a phenomenally strong, ambitious, and loving man. We went on a trip that made me happier than... a Case kid on DC++! No, actually, much happier. I even tried on some rings....but shh! Patience, please. *grins*
...and I had a traumatizing semester. I realized mid-semester that throughout high school, I had real, honest-to-God Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It accounts for everything- from my 20-lb weight loss to my dizzy vomiting spells to my daily feelings of terror and my subsequent fascination with anything horror-related. It's tough to realize that I can't, or at least shouldn't, blame anyone for the effects it's had on my life. My housing situation is a little chaotic and I feel a little out of my element, mostly for reasons of my own. I've had a few fallings-out, a few more driftings-away, and very, very few close friends. The hardest part is that I never really thought I'd end up this way- the social butterfly, on the phone 5 hours a day?! I'm a little lonely- not in a "oh no one spends time with me and no one likes me" way, but in that I regret that I can't really laugh and cry with many people, and that it's my own fault.
But... any way the wind blows! I'm living and growing through it all, and I'm stronger for it. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays- anything any of you want to hear- I hope that you're blessed and loved during this chilly and lonely winter!
Love,
Sheila