Deep Breath, Sophomore Year
Tonight is my last summer night. Life always seems bigger and more scary when you think in absolutes like that. I am definitely looking forward to school, but I'm equally spooked about another round of this transition from one world to the other.
What can I say in this entry? I'm almost all packed, but moving is still going to be a trial. We have to coordinate with my dad to get my stuff out of his basement at work, so that should be interesting. I do feel bad having so little faith in my dad, but is faith warranted? I'm not trying to be unforgiving, I'm just trying to be logical to avoid slipping into that downward spiral of psychological dysfunctionality.
I guess you could say that going back is just a little overwhelming. I know it's going to be great and that I have nothing to worry about considering I know a lot of people and know most of the ropes of the school, but it's still a lot to think about. On top of that, I feel completely helpless with regards to this whole Hurricane Katrina situation. We donated money, but I'm hoping I can find some organization at school that's helping out more.
I decided yesterday that I want to take a class in an African language. I did some research to figure out which region most interests me (and therefore choose the language most predominantly spoken there) and decided that it would take so much more than a night of Googling to figure that out, so I decided to add another class (Intro to Africa) to give myself a foundation. It's closed. I think that's a sign that I can wait until next semester (when I actually have time for electives) to educate myself about Africa.
Traveling would be a little less overwhelming if I didn't have the two largest carry-ons in creation.
What can I say in this entry? I'm almost all packed, but moving is still going to be a trial. We have to coordinate with my dad to get my stuff out of his basement at work, so that should be interesting. I do feel bad having so little faith in my dad, but is faith warranted? I'm not trying to be unforgiving, I'm just trying to be logical to avoid slipping into that downward spiral of psychological dysfunctionality.
I guess you could say that going back is just a little overwhelming. I know it's going to be great and that I have nothing to worry about considering I know a lot of people and know most of the ropes of the school, but it's still a lot to think about. On top of that, I feel completely helpless with regards to this whole Hurricane Katrina situation. We donated money, but I'm hoping I can find some organization at school that's helping out more.
I decided yesterday that I want to take a class in an African language. I did some research to figure out which region most interests me (and therefore choose the language most predominantly spoken there) and decided that it would take so much more than a night of Googling to figure that out, so I decided to add another class (Intro to Africa) to give myself a foundation. It's closed. I think that's a sign that I can wait until next semester (when I actually have time for electives) to educate myself about Africa.
Traveling would be a little less overwhelming if I didn't have the two largest carry-ons in creation.