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So I haven't posted in a long while because life has been very routine and mostly positive, but what the hell, it's almost midnight and I'm out of kanji to study for now (who am I kidding, there's always more).
Sophomore year is 100x better than freshman year, except for the fact that my classes are ridiculously difficult and I have next to no motivation to do any of the homework for them. Last spring I was often incredibly frustrated by the fact that I had been working at the library and playing rugby and doing linguistics for almost a year and yet still made stupid-ass mistakes all the time when I tried to do those things and generally felt like I was out of my depth. I guess that's different now. I still mess up but at least I feel like I know what I'm doing most of the time. I love it when new people ask me questions about how to do things... especially if I actually know the answer.
Someone told me that they had always been told that college is supposed to be the best four years of your life, and they were angry because they didn't feel that way. This year I do feel that way, oddly enough. There are always things to get down about if I look for them, things that upset me for a few hours or a few days, but then I have a good time with a friend or there's perfect weather on the quad and I magically transform into that cheerful asshole that everyone wants to punch in the face. Either this is growing up or someone keeps spiking my coke.
So what if I got the lowest grade in the class on that test? I got a perfect score on the next homework. So what if I can't stay away from someone who just wants to hook up and mess with my head? It's kind of fun and different even being in that situation... better than being eternally single anyway. So what if it's cold and my wrist hurts from a blown tackle and I've lost my key again? I just bought myself ice cream and my favorite song is playing on the radio.
Sometimes I am silly and cliched, yes. But I think I've earned it.
(Every paragraph of this began with so... unintentional, I swear.)
Sophomore year is 100x better than freshman year, except for the fact that my classes are ridiculously difficult and I have next to no motivation to do any of the homework for them. Last spring I was often incredibly frustrated by the fact that I had been working at the library and playing rugby and doing linguistics for almost a year and yet still made stupid-ass mistakes all the time when I tried to do those things and generally felt like I was out of my depth. I guess that's different now. I still mess up but at least I feel like I know what I'm doing most of the time. I love it when new people ask me questions about how to do things... especially if I actually know the answer.
Someone told me that they had always been told that college is supposed to be the best four years of your life, and they were angry because they didn't feel that way. This year I do feel that way, oddly enough. There are always things to get down about if I look for them, things that upset me for a few hours or a few days, but then I have a good time with a friend or there's perfect weather on the quad and I magically transform into that cheerful asshole that everyone wants to punch in the face. Either this is growing up or someone keeps spiking my coke.
So what if I got the lowest grade in the class on that test? I got a perfect score on the next homework. So what if I can't stay away from someone who just wants to hook up and mess with my head? It's kind of fun and different even being in that situation... better than being eternally single anyway. So what if it's cold and my wrist hurts from a blown tackle and I've lost my key again? I just bought myself ice cream and my favorite song is playing on the radio.
Sometimes I am silly and cliched, yes. But I think I've earned it.
(Every paragraph of this began with so... unintentional, I swear.)