Hello everyone!
Okay, so it has been a while since my last update... sorry. Just been busy with summer school, paint the Student Media offices, and working on making the Reflector as cool as it can be.
I made all B's this summer, well, with the exception of Biology :-/. Oh well. I am trying to get closer to graduating, but I think I am burning myself out. Too much school is not a good thing. Don't get me wrong, I love learning... as dorky as that sounds. I have enjoyed every class I have taken the last 2 years (with the exception of Math and Biology) and I want to keep learning. But I need more of a break, to rest my brain and recoup some.
I have finally made up my mind. I am going to go to grad school. But I am not sure what for yet... it is a toss up between Print Management and English Literature. I know that I would be good at English Literature, but if I did Print Management, I might be more suited to work at a publishing company (or looked better upon). I am going to talk to Bill about that, see what he suggests. I know that he will do just about anything he can to help me out.
I also am starting to feel again. Though I am still feeling the sting of what Chuck did to me (not him breaking up with me the way he did, but him just writing me off like that), I am not as bitter as I was about relationships anymore. I did come to one very massive and very scary conclusion the other day... I think I do eventually want to get married. This is scary for me because I am so scared about making the wrong choice in a husband. I was so blinded by love with Chuck, thinking that he was the one and he obliviously was not, that I am scared that I will make that mistake again and not figure out for a long time. And then have to go thought the pain of a divorce. That is something will never do.
I think that most of these fears are pretty irrational. I came from a good, loving home. My parents loved each other dearly, and never let the kids think or see other wise. I just don’t want to suffer from a broken heart like that again. Feeling like you have lost a part of your soul, having a piece of you heart taken away from you, that you will never get back.
The road to recovery is a long one… I will just have to keep trudging on down.
I made all B's this summer, well, with the exception of Biology :-/. Oh well. I am trying to get closer to graduating, but I think I am burning myself out. Too much school is not a good thing. Don't get me wrong, I love learning... as dorky as that sounds. I have enjoyed every class I have taken the last 2 years (with the exception of Math and Biology) and I want to keep learning. But I need more of a break, to rest my brain and recoup some.
I have finally made up my mind. I am going to go to grad school. But I am not sure what for yet... it is a toss up between Print Management and English Literature. I know that I would be good at English Literature, but if I did Print Management, I might be more suited to work at a publishing company (or looked better upon). I am going to talk to Bill about that, see what he suggests. I know that he will do just about anything he can to help me out.
I also am starting to feel again. Though I am still feeling the sting of what Chuck did to me (not him breaking up with me the way he did, but him just writing me off like that), I am not as bitter as I was about relationships anymore. I did come to one very massive and very scary conclusion the other day... I think I do eventually want to get married. This is scary for me because I am so scared about making the wrong choice in a husband. I was so blinded by love with Chuck, thinking that he was the one and he obliviously was not, that I am scared that I will make that mistake again and not figure out for a long time. And then have to go thought the pain of a divorce. That is something will never do.
I think that most of these fears are pretty irrational. I came from a good, loving home. My parents loved each other dearly, and never let the kids think or see other wise. I just don’t want to suffer from a broken heart like that again. Feeling like you have lost a part of your soul, having a piece of you heart taken away from you, that you will never get back.
The road to recovery is a long one… I will just have to keep trudging on down.