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So I am sitting here in my nearly empty dorm room, reflecting on a
school year that is nearly done (less than 24 hours for me).
Taryn left this morning, so it's just me...
I cannot help but feeling weird. I am not sad -- I am beyond excited to go HOME -- but I am in this very weird state of being right now thinking of everything that has happened to me in these past nine months. And I can't help but be reminded that this place I have called home for those nine months was never really *mine* to begin with. In a short while, a new freshman (with FAR fewer bags than I, probably!) will walk in here and think, "This is my NEW HOME!" But it's just a little temporary space to park our stuff...and kind of boarding school-esque looking right now.
So I have this theory. I was thinking, "Oh my god, how I've CHANGED..." But then I came to the conclusion that in some cases, you never really CHANGE -- you always have this true essence of yourself inside, and as time goes on, you are stripped layer by layer to reveal more and more of your true essence. I don't think this is true of all people, because I think some are actually CHANGED by others and are very easily swayed, but it's something that is sounding right to me at this moment. I know I have definitely been stripped quite a bit.
This year has been more than I could have EVER imagined it to be. It went in every single direction possible for me; it's difficult to pinpoint one single word to describe how I feel about it. I am definitely going to come home with many a new perspective on...everything.
How did I end up with such close friends here after a mere couple of days? Friendships that were NOT fleeting?
How did I end up with a good number of people I feel I can actually TRUST?
How did I come to realize the value of my independence?
How did I partake in four incredible productions.....one of which was HANDS DOWN THE BEST FUCKING EXPERIENCE of my freshman year (Ancient History)....one in which I created friendships I am so goddamn happy to have with people I admire so much (Bat Boy...thanks guys, I love you all)...one of which I stood up to the director for not wanting to do things I shouldn't have to do (Black Comedy...don't think ol' Steven's familiar with the Decorum document.)...and one of which (Comedy of Errors) got me BAAAASSHHED by Live Nudes last night in the Quarter In Review (which, to me, is like the highest honor, so thanks guys. Loved it. Oh, Lindsay, you've got pipes, girl!)????????
How did all of my mom and Lynn's "Bugging-The-Shit-Out-Of-UCI-For-Ali-And-Katie" tactics....actually WORK?!?!?
I could type so much more, but I'll just finish this off with some pictures. Bye, Suite 201.
Seussical strike; Melinda helping out the scenic crew and running across the lawn with me to get dirt off a tarp. I like this picture a lot.
Tare and I after packing...notice the bare walls and the "I-just-lugged-six-suitcases-all-the-way-to-the-car" exhaustion :-)
Our "future roommates" dinner tonight at Gypsy Den
And, finally.....
.......
.........
The way it all began.
As much as I have complained in the past while...
I WILL miss you, Otero.
I will miss you, routines-that-I-have-made-for-myself-here-as-a-dorm-dwelling-freshman.
I will miss you, room with no air conditioning and lots of dust.
Oh, wait. Not so much. :-)
I cannot help but feeling weird. I am not sad -- I am beyond excited to go HOME -- but I am in this very weird state of being right now thinking of everything that has happened to me in these past nine months. And I can't help but be reminded that this place I have called home for those nine months was never really *mine* to begin with. In a short while, a new freshman (with FAR fewer bags than I, probably!) will walk in here and think, "This is my NEW HOME!" But it's just a little temporary space to park our stuff...and kind of boarding school-esque looking right now.
So I have this theory. I was thinking, "Oh my god, how I've CHANGED..." But then I came to the conclusion that in some cases, you never really CHANGE -- you always have this true essence of yourself inside, and as time goes on, you are stripped layer by layer to reveal more and more of your true essence. I don't think this is true of all people, because I think some are actually CHANGED by others and are very easily swayed, but it's something that is sounding right to me at this moment. I know I have definitely been stripped quite a bit.
This year has been more than I could have EVER imagined it to be. It went in every single direction possible for me; it's difficult to pinpoint one single word to describe how I feel about it. I am definitely going to come home with many a new perspective on...everything.
How did I end up with such close friends here after a mere couple of days? Friendships that were NOT fleeting?
How did I end up with a good number of people I feel I can actually TRUST?
How did I come to realize the value of my independence?
How did I partake in four incredible productions.....one of which was HANDS DOWN THE BEST FUCKING EXPERIENCE of my freshman year (Ancient History)....one in which I created friendships I am so goddamn happy to have with people I admire so much (Bat Boy...thanks guys, I love you all)...one of which I stood up to the director for not wanting to do things I shouldn't have to do (Black Comedy...don't think ol' Steven's familiar with the Decorum document.)...and one of which (Comedy of Errors) got me BAAAASSHHED by Live Nudes last night in the Quarter In Review (which, to me, is like the highest honor, so thanks guys. Loved it. Oh, Lindsay, you've got pipes, girl!)????????
How did all of my mom and Lynn's "Bugging-The-Shit-Out-Of-UCI-For-Ali-And-Katie" tactics....actually WORK?!?!?
I could type so much more, but I'll just finish this off with some pictures. Bye, Suite 201.
Seussical strike; Melinda helping out the scenic crew and running across the lawn with me to get dirt off a tarp. I like this picture a lot.
Tare and I after packing...notice the bare walls and the "I-just-lugged-six-suitcases-all-the-way-to-the-car" exhaustion :-)
Our "future roommates" dinner tonight at Gypsy Den
And, finally.....
.......
.........
The way it all began.
As much as I have complained in the past while...
I WILL miss you, Otero.
I will miss you, routines-that-I-have-made-for-myself-here-as-a-dorm-dwelling-freshman.
I will miss you, room with no air conditioning and lots of dust.
Oh, wait. Not so much. :-)