Counting Down...
Hey, tomorrow morning I have my last "class" ever. And by class I mean a final. No more school! A day many people thought would never come (ie my college graduation) looms on the weekend horizon, if only I can pack up my dorm room.
This music is extremely apt, by the way.
Why am I not a touchy-feely person? It almost seems like there should be some sappy part of me that should be wistful and nostalgic with Chris & Leah or teary at last hugs from church friends... Instead I mostly feel guilty. I will miss people, very much. There are people who have helped shape and define my past two years, and I won't just walk away. But somewhere along the line I've lost my ability to be demonstrative, or even to be particularly comfortable around other people's emotions.
This seems to be the theme of my year, right in line with keeping it real. Part of "real" is being honest about how we feel. I'm in favor of that, but man, I can't do it. What is that all about?
Oh man, I wanted to write about some other stuff like YLC and Monopoly and crying out to God for rightness, but it is wicked late. And by wicked late I mean not that late, but I do have that 8am final with no studying under my belt. Yikeys.
Well, that will give me more to write later. Hopefully I will.
By the way, a shout-out to Libby for busting out her very own LJ. :) I'm hoping soon to get it together enough to write you back, chica. But until then, I'm looking forward to seeing you up at camp in just a few weeks, eh?
This music is extremely apt, by the way.
Why am I not a touchy-feely person? It almost seems like there should be some sappy part of me that should be wistful and nostalgic with Chris & Leah or teary at last hugs from church friends... Instead I mostly feel guilty. I will miss people, very much. There are people who have helped shape and define my past two years, and I won't just walk away. But somewhere along the line I've lost my ability to be demonstrative, or even to be particularly comfortable around other people's emotions.
This seems to be the theme of my year, right in line with keeping it real. Part of "real" is being honest about how we feel. I'm in favor of that, but man, I can't do it. What is that all about?
Oh man, I wanted to write about some other stuff like YLC and Monopoly and crying out to God for rightness, but it is wicked late. And by wicked late I mean not that late, but I do have that 8am final with no studying under my belt. Yikeys.
Well, that will give me more to write later. Hopefully I will.
By the way, a shout-out to Libby for busting out her very own LJ. :) I'm hoping soon to get it together enough to write you back, chica. But until then, I'm looking forward to seeing you up at camp in just a few weeks, eh?