(no subject)
Many true things:
I sucked at everything I did academically this last week.
I got a B on a monologue, a 17/20 on a ballet history exam and an 85% on my weekly photo for photojournalism.
Art(sy) classes are way harder than 'academic' ones, I have to actually use my brain not just pump out papers or memorize facts. (both of which I'm really good at, for they take no creativity.)
I also have to leave my apartment and put myself into my work (gag).
All of my professors are completely insane this semester. I'm not even kidding.
(this may come as a result of all the artsy classes.)
I have no friends here, and it's becoming more evident as I have no idea who to live with next year.
The fact that I have 5 more semesters to get through at this school terrifies me.
I turn 20 in a week, and I worry constantly that I'm wasting my youth.
The only thing that gets me through the day is A) knowing that eventually this semester will be over and I'll be back in Michigan with the people I love. B) The hope that maaaayyyybeee things will work out for me with a certain someone in due time (Ahaha).
I quit smoking over a month ago.
I've only had one cigarette since the semester started, and it was when Abby and Erica visited and I was drunk.
(therefore, it doesn't count.)
I am not living the college experience, in fact, I think I'm living exactly the opposite.
I don't go out, I rarely drink, I don't do drugs, I don't get laid...
I sleep, I study, I go to rehearsal, I got to class, I sleep, I study...
sometimes I watch movies, sometimes I go out to dinner, sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm 45 years old.
Oh, and living in Chicago isn't very fun when you've got nobody to experience it with.
(WAHHHHH-WAHHHHHH)
I sucked at everything I did academically this last week.
I got a B on a monologue, a 17/20 on a ballet history exam and an 85% on my weekly photo for photojournalism.
Art(sy) classes are way harder than 'academic' ones, I have to actually use my brain not just pump out papers or memorize facts. (both of which I'm really good at, for they take no creativity.)
I also have to leave my apartment and put myself into my work (gag).
All of my professors are completely insane this semester. I'm not even kidding.
(this may come as a result of all the artsy classes.)
I have no friends here, and it's becoming more evident as I have no idea who to live with next year.
The fact that I have 5 more semesters to get through at this school terrifies me.
I turn 20 in a week, and I worry constantly that I'm wasting my youth.
The only thing that gets me through the day is A) knowing that eventually this semester will be over and I'll be back in Michigan with the people I love. B) The hope that maaaayyyybeee things will work out for me with a certain someone in due time (Ahaha).
I quit smoking over a month ago.
I've only had one cigarette since the semester started, and it was when Abby and Erica visited and I was drunk.
(therefore, it doesn't count.)
I am not living the college experience, in fact, I think I'm living exactly the opposite.
I don't go out, I rarely drink, I don't do drugs, I don't get laid...
I sleep, I study, I go to rehearsal, I got to class, I sleep, I study...
sometimes I watch movies, sometimes I go out to dinner, sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm 45 years old.
Oh, and living in Chicago isn't very fun when you've got nobody to experience it with.
(WAHHHHH-WAHHHHHH)