i am trying to say what i wanted to say without having to say:
I forgot to say that I finished exams on Monday.
But I didn't feel as relieved as I thought I'd feel after I walked out of Jeffrey Hall. Perhaps because it had started to rain & the grey-orange sky was breathing warm, moist air onto me, as it spit wet drops onto my glasses. And perhaps because I changed my mind on that last question, when I know my first instincts are ALWAYS right. Always.
But there it is. I am a third-year no more. I am done.
I am scared. I am excited.
I have had a beautiful past 2 days, sleeping in, baking cookies, spending another late night with my PAD girls, frantically searching for a new desk & mattress & random odd AMS Marketplace finds, baking chocolate cheesecake, stealing milk crates, wandering downtown, starting the packing process, because I'm moving into a new house (again! for the THIRD time! & even CLOSER to campus!) on May 1st.
I have a new relationship going. No, not one with a boy. (Sorry to disappoint.)
It's a new thing for me - this mentoring relationship. I'm scared. But like I said, I'm excited.
Somethings else are on my mind right now. Summer hasn't had its hold on me yet. But many things are approaching me - missions, MCAT, job-searching & softball are the top things on my mind, I guess. And this creative writing course that I want to get into for next year, but need to write a short story that is approved by the prof before I can be admitted into the class. It's like applying to get into a class! But! it couldn't hurt to try. I need to start haunting a corner of a coffeeshop where I can people-watch & mind-wander. If there's one thing I regret about being in IB, it was not being able to take the Writer's Craft course.
My heart is beating really fast right now & my cheeks are kinda warm.
I'll need to revisit these emotions later. And plan for the summer.
But I didn't feel as relieved as I thought I'd feel after I walked out of Jeffrey Hall. Perhaps because it had started to rain & the grey-orange sky was breathing warm, moist air onto me, as it spit wet drops onto my glasses. And perhaps because I changed my mind on that last question, when I know my first instincts are ALWAYS right. Always.
But there it is. I am a third-year no more. I am done.
I am scared. I am excited.
I have had a beautiful past 2 days, sleeping in, baking cookies, spending another late night with my PAD girls, frantically searching for a new desk & mattress & random odd AMS Marketplace finds, baking chocolate cheesecake, stealing milk crates, wandering downtown, starting the packing process, because I'm moving into a new house (again! for the THIRD time! & even CLOSER to campus!) on May 1st.
I have a new relationship going. No, not one with a boy. (Sorry to disappoint.)
It's a new thing for me - this mentoring relationship. I'm scared. But like I said, I'm excited.
Somethings else are on my mind right now. Summer hasn't had its hold on me yet. But many things are approaching me - missions, MCAT, job-searching & softball are the top things on my mind, I guess. And this creative writing course that I want to get into for next year, but need to write a short story that is approved by the prof before I can be admitted into the class. It's like applying to get into a class! But! it couldn't hurt to try. I need to start haunting a corner of a coffeeshop where I can people-watch & mind-wander. If there's one thing I regret about being in IB, it was not being able to take the Writer's Craft course.
My heart is beating really fast right now & my cheeks are kinda warm.
I'll need to revisit these emotions later. And plan for the summer.