Breaking the Silence: Where I've Been (Part 3)
Finals!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!
Now that I've gotten that over with...
After Anne and my roommate started dating, I spent most of my time trying to get as far away from everyone as possible, as I mentioned last time. He broke up with her on April 2, 2009. That didn't make me feel any better about the whole situation. Maybe it should have. Maybe some vindictive part of me should have been very smug and satisfied that things didn't work out for them. But you know what? I was still miserable, they were both miserable, and what kind of sick person would I have to be to actually be happy about that?
They stopped talking to each other. Awkward place for me. My roommate won't talk to one of my closest friends. They still don't talk much. But I was still half-convinced through most of the summer that they would get back together and life would be more awkward than ever. That didn't happen, which I suppose is a good thing. There was a point when I was seriously considering cutting my education short by a year. I could have done it too, since I came in with so many credits. But I decided after last semester that I should stick around for the full four years. A minor victory.
You might also think that after this experience, I would have found a new roommate, but I didn't. I lived with the same guy last semester. I don't know if he feels bad about everything or what, but I think he found it a bit uncomfortable to still live with me. He went to study abroad in Japan this semester and he's living with somebody else next year. I don't get to talk to him much anymore at all, with the almost perfectly 12-hour time difference. And being busy all the time...
Speaking of which, I should be studying for exams. There's little more to tell. Last semester was better for me than my entire sophomore year, and I needed that. I finally told the story in January at the Catholic Student Union retreat, which was big because Anne and I are both in CSU. And now I've told the story here.
Now that I've gotten that over with...
After Anne and my roommate started dating, I spent most of my time trying to get as far away from everyone as possible, as I mentioned last time. He broke up with her on April 2, 2009. That didn't make me feel any better about the whole situation. Maybe it should have. Maybe some vindictive part of me should have been very smug and satisfied that things didn't work out for them. But you know what? I was still miserable, they were both miserable, and what kind of sick person would I have to be to actually be happy about that?
They stopped talking to each other. Awkward place for me. My roommate won't talk to one of my closest friends. They still don't talk much. But I was still half-convinced through most of the summer that they would get back together and life would be more awkward than ever. That didn't happen, which I suppose is a good thing. There was a point when I was seriously considering cutting my education short by a year. I could have done it too, since I came in with so many credits. But I decided after last semester that I should stick around for the full four years. A minor victory.
You might also think that after this experience, I would have found a new roommate, but I didn't. I lived with the same guy last semester. I don't know if he feels bad about everything or what, but I think he found it a bit uncomfortable to still live with me. He went to study abroad in Japan this semester and he's living with somebody else next year. I don't get to talk to him much anymore at all, with the almost perfectly 12-hour time difference. And being busy all the time...
Speaking of which, I should be studying for exams. There's little more to tell. Last semester was better for me than my entire sophomore year, and I needed that. I finally told the story in January at the Catholic Student Union retreat, which was big because Anne and I are both in CSU. And now I've told the story here.