College Makes Me Pensive
Four weeks down...wow. The first week of school my english professor, whose class I don't even really enjoy, told us all to look at the ceiling as proof that it hasn't caved in on us. It hadn't, and it still hasn't. I'm keeping up, in fact I'm more than keeping up, I'm keeping ahead, which is so different than high school. Since when am I the smart kid?!
And now for what's really on my mind...well two things....
I went back to Mount monday. Honestly, I was so excited to see so many people that I knew. Even people that were aquaintances stopped to say hi and welcome me back, which was so fun. I miss knowing everyone, even though the people I have met and hang out with are absolutely fabulous, you know it feels good when everybody knows your name. So I head off to check out a play practice, hoping for the best but prepared for the worst. Sadly, the worst wasn't the play at all. Sitting in the auditorium watching everyone on stage made me feel like I was coming back after 20 years... I felt old and entirely out of place. So how did I grow out of Mount, my home away from home for the past 4 years? How is it that the room I had the most attachment to is suddenly the one that makes me feel most unwelcome?
On another note, interesting run-ins with certain mounties has been most interesting. It seems that I'm actually becoming much closer with the ones that I had pinned as "smile in passing" people...I'm really glad for them. I'm also so happy I have a place to go during a long break that is almost as comforting to me as the senior lounge. However, this is not what started me thinking about mounties. Is it strange to feel awkward to be introduced as "someone I went to high school with"? I thought it was strange the first time I heard this, but upon it being said a second time it almost felt like I was being taken out of the "friend" catagory and becoming nothing more than an aquaintance to someone I feel knows me better than many and vise-versa. On top of this, there was a most awkward and impromptu meeting at the stairs leaves me confused about what the hell happened to us. So what I'm gettinn at I guess is what puts a friend back into an aquaintance? Does that ever happen? And if so, why? Are we so much more different than I could've ever imagined? Is it me, who doesn't feel comfortable at her old second home nor with old friends? I guess I'll only understand where I stand in time...
And now for what's really on my mind...well two things....
I went back to Mount monday. Honestly, I was so excited to see so many people that I knew. Even people that were aquaintances stopped to say hi and welcome me back, which was so fun. I miss knowing everyone, even though the people I have met and hang out with are absolutely fabulous, you know it feels good when everybody knows your name. So I head off to check out a play practice, hoping for the best but prepared for the worst. Sadly, the worst wasn't the play at all. Sitting in the auditorium watching everyone on stage made me feel like I was coming back after 20 years... I felt old and entirely out of place. So how did I grow out of Mount, my home away from home for the past 4 years? How is it that the room I had the most attachment to is suddenly the one that makes me feel most unwelcome?
On another note, interesting run-ins with certain mounties has been most interesting. It seems that I'm actually becoming much closer with the ones that I had pinned as "smile in passing" people...I'm really glad for them. I'm also so happy I have a place to go during a long break that is almost as comforting to me as the senior lounge. However, this is not what started me thinking about mounties. Is it strange to feel awkward to be introduced as "someone I went to high school with"? I thought it was strange the first time I heard this, but upon it being said a second time it almost felt like I was being taken out of the "friend" catagory and becoming nothing more than an aquaintance to someone I feel knows me better than many and vise-versa. On top of this, there was a most awkward and impromptu meeting at the stairs leaves me confused about what the hell happened to us. So what I'm gettinn at I guess is what puts a friend back into an aquaintance? Does that ever happen? And if so, why? Are we so much more different than I could've ever imagined? Is it me, who doesn't feel comfortable at her old second home nor with old friends? I guess I'll only understand where I stand in time...