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good lord i must be the last person to get back to Durham.
Today Sarah and I went to Lincoln Woods to watch Deb Coolidge's 3d class race the cardboard boats they made this semester. It was really fun, and I got my first sunburn of summer!
Tonight me, Sarah, Wing, Izak and Chelsea went to Kabob and Curry for a goodbye dinner for Izak and Chelsea. Later we're climbing onto the roof of the Metcalf building and hanging out, Sarah and Chelsea plan on smoking cigars. It should be good.
I might get up really early tomorrow to see the sunrise, I've been here all year and never gotten to see a sunrise. And tomorrow's my last day. I'm not sad about leaving, everyone else is. To be quite honest I'm tired of people talking about how sad they are to leave. But then, my semester hasn't been the same as theirs and vise versa (spelling?). I've got to get back home and realize that no one knows everything about me, including me.
Boy I can't tell you how happy I am that this year is over. If someone were to ask me why, I don't even know if I could list all the reasons in one sitting. Daily trials of my work ethic, ambition and ability. And many many trials of the heart. And lost a piece of it when Mrs. Howard died. I can't wait to get in the car and drive and drive and drive till I'm home again.
Build everything back up for next year.
Today Sarah and I went to Lincoln Woods to watch Deb Coolidge's 3d class race the cardboard boats they made this semester. It was really fun, and I got my first sunburn of summer!
Tonight me, Sarah, Wing, Izak and Chelsea went to Kabob and Curry for a goodbye dinner for Izak and Chelsea. Later we're climbing onto the roof of the Metcalf building and hanging out, Sarah and Chelsea plan on smoking cigars. It should be good.
I might get up really early tomorrow to see the sunrise, I've been here all year and never gotten to see a sunrise. And tomorrow's my last day. I'm not sad about leaving, everyone else is. To be quite honest I'm tired of people talking about how sad they are to leave. But then, my semester hasn't been the same as theirs and vise versa (spelling?). I've got to get back home and realize that no one knows everything about me, including me.
Boy I can't tell you how happy I am that this year is over. If someone were to ask me why, I don't even know if I could list all the reasons in one sitting. Daily trials of my work ethic, ambition and ability. And many many trials of the heart. And lost a piece of it when Mrs. Howard died. I can't wait to get in the car and drive and drive and drive till I'm home again.
Build everything back up for next year.