J'ai besoin de toutes....
Spring has arrived in Ithaca and I have cabin fever. All winter I was content, no, delighted, to be the epitome of the all american college kid. Big stacks of books, thick rimmed glasses, late nights curled up in the library, studying and whispering to my friends. Going out on weekends, getting a little drunk, come home giggling and staying up late and then up in time to go to brunch with the gang, and back to the library again the next day. Things were perfect.
But now, it's not enough. I have more work and the weather is beautiful and I want to go places. I've had enough of this beautiful little bubble they call Ithaca, these 10 square miles surrounded by reality, which is so so true. Granted, spring in Ithaca has it's moments of idealistic beauty too, like this morning on the arts quad with Lily. Everything was perfectly green and the grass was somehow already restored to almost perfect plushness, and we sat and talked and planned about our futures: majors, minors, classes, going abroad... but that's just it... we were talking about what will be... or what could be, not what is.
I think what's hurt is all these finals papers and such that I haven't really had time for the going out aspect of that perfect college life in these past few weeks. Also, things that kept me connected to the outside world, like reading the New York Times, and doing the crossword, or trying, on Monday's have been unfortunately and unintentionally phased out.
The thing is, I'm just bored. I have far too much to do, but I'm bored. I want spontaneity and travel and excitement. All I have now is papers after the same homework and reading and rehearsal and then more papers. I want to try something new, do something fun, exciting, get a haircut, embrace the spring. I don't know. I think after my last of these three 10 page papers is handed in on Tuesday I will feel a bit better. But perhaps I won't even know what to do with myself... though it's not like I'll be done with work. Alas.
I can't wait for rehearsal tomorrow morning just so I can zoom across campus on my scooter in the beautiful weather before anyone else is awake. But then, it will be back to the library once again. But I also have formal to look forward to next weekend, the first time I will have been out in oh so long, where I can be utterly fabulous in the dress that only cost $12.50 and brag to everyone about it.
Then, only another week before classes end, and only 2 more before my freshman year is over. And no matter how much I complain, I don't really think I'm ready to see it go.
But now, it's not enough. I have more work and the weather is beautiful and I want to go places. I've had enough of this beautiful little bubble they call Ithaca, these 10 square miles surrounded by reality, which is so so true. Granted, spring in Ithaca has it's moments of idealistic beauty too, like this morning on the arts quad with Lily. Everything was perfectly green and the grass was somehow already restored to almost perfect plushness, and we sat and talked and planned about our futures: majors, minors, classes, going abroad... but that's just it... we were talking about what will be... or what could be, not what is.
I think what's hurt is all these finals papers and such that I haven't really had time for the going out aspect of that perfect college life in these past few weeks. Also, things that kept me connected to the outside world, like reading the New York Times, and doing the crossword, or trying, on Monday's have been unfortunately and unintentionally phased out.
The thing is, I'm just bored. I have far too much to do, but I'm bored. I want spontaneity and travel and excitement. All I have now is papers after the same homework and reading and rehearsal and then more papers. I want to try something new, do something fun, exciting, get a haircut, embrace the spring. I don't know. I think after my last of these three 10 page papers is handed in on Tuesday I will feel a bit better. But perhaps I won't even know what to do with myself... though it's not like I'll be done with work. Alas.
I can't wait for rehearsal tomorrow morning just so I can zoom across campus on my scooter in the beautiful weather before anyone else is awake. But then, it will be back to the library once again. But I also have formal to look forward to next weekend, the first time I will have been out in oh so long, where I can be utterly fabulous in the dress that only cost $12.50 and brag to everyone about it.
Then, only another week before classes end, and only 2 more before my freshman year is over. And no matter how much I complain, I don't really think I'm ready to see it go.