A True assessment of my final days at Miami University
Good things about my final semester at Miami:
I am graduating in 4 years! and Cum Laude at that..
Printmaking is the best, esp. Xerox transfer and woodcut
My mom and I are back on good terms
I have a job interview
I haven't been completely destitute for lack of funds yet this Spring
The Rugby team girls make my day
I got asked on a date by my eccentric, ska-loving crush
I get to fly to DC and visit Annsley for my birthday!!
Had a hundred and one a-MA-zing conversations with my mateh, who so graciously forgave me
Manda visited and we stayed up late watching naked boys through the front window
Wretched things about my final semester at Miami which are threatening to make this semester more bad than good:
Broke up with Matt. It still doesn't even feel real, it's like losing a limb, really. And then having him tell me that he hoped I would just "get over" my social fears and that he feels more "free" without me
Ex-roommate. I need not expand upon this subject.
Watching remaining roommate go through the possibly worst experiences of her life, including an awful, unexpected incident tonight
Mediocre grades for the first time ever at Miami.
Feeling like this apartment complex is cursed
Never going out
Feeling the fear of possibly having to move home to D8N despite my best attempts to flee this god forsaken paved-over cornfield
Realizing how unprepared for adulthood I am
Realizing I am not immortal or invincible
....ugh.
I am graduating in 4 years! and Cum Laude at that..
Printmaking is the best, esp. Xerox transfer and woodcut
My mom and I are back on good terms
I have a job interview
I haven't been completely destitute for lack of funds yet this Spring
The Rugby team girls make my day
I got asked on a date by my eccentric, ska-loving crush
I get to fly to DC and visit Annsley for my birthday!!
Had a hundred and one a-MA-zing conversations with my mateh, who so graciously forgave me
Manda visited and we stayed up late watching naked boys through the front window
Wretched things about my final semester at Miami which are threatening to make this semester more bad than good:
Broke up with Matt. It still doesn't even feel real, it's like losing a limb, really. And then having him tell me that he hoped I would just "get over" my social fears and that he feels more "free" without me
Ex-roommate. I need not expand upon this subject.
Watching remaining roommate go through the possibly worst experiences of her life, including an awful, unexpected incident tonight
Mediocre grades for the first time ever at Miami.
Feeling like this apartment complex is cursed
Never going out
Feeling the fear of possibly having to move home to D8N despite my best attempts to flee this god forsaken paved-over cornfield
Realizing how unprepared for adulthood I am
Realizing I am not immortal or invincible
....ugh.