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Three hours in a car is a long time to spend by yourself. I thought about a lot-mostly about how I'm coming home a good amount this first semester. I'm coming home again in two weeks, and then again three weeks later for fall break. Then I come back to school for a week and return home the next weekend for my mother's surprise birthday party. See what I mean? Then another five or so weeks later, I return home again for Thanksgiving break; and, finally, I spend another 2 1/2 or so weeks here and then I am done with the first semester. Phew. Not too bad. Can you tell I want to spend the least amount of time at Wells? (Minus spending time with Emma, I love her dearly) I just...feel so trapped. I feel like I can't breathe here. It's sad, really, because I'd love for Wells to be the right place for me. But lately I've been discovering that it really isn't. That's why I've been searching online for schools and stuff, and so far it's going well. Anyway, I have to go get something signed by a professor, so I'll write more later.
xo.
xo.