T-Minus 7 hours...
7 hours and counting until I leave for Ohio. I'm scared as hell, excited to no end, and have no clue what to expect when I get up there. This is a huge step for me. This is my first time being out of the state for more than two weeks. Morgan's not scheduled to be there until the 31st, so I'm on my own for two weeks, basically. It's not like when I worked at Barter, because I knew people there already. This is a completely new experience and it's something that I think I really need in my life right now. I love the hell out of everyone down at Emory, but it's time that I get out of the comfort zone and really see if I can hold my own in the theatre world.
I've also come to this decision. I checked my grades and they are far from where they need to be. If things go well in Ohio, I will seriously consider spending a semester there. I know that this is not what people want to hear, but it may be what I need. Maybe some Yankee air will get my head back together. I don't know, though. I really hope that I am going to be back next year at Emory, but it's set in stone that I will not be graduating with the class of 2006. It blows hard, but it's my fault for not taking my classes seriously. I don't feel I owe anyone an apology, but I do have one regret: That I won't be able to walk with Melvin, Devan, Sarah, Morgan, and the like. If any of you are disappointed in me, I can assure you that the disappointment I have in myself is greater. However, life is learned not through our successes, but our failures. So, that's what I have to say about that.
I love everyone, I miss the hell out of you. You can trust that there will be numerous nights up in Ohio where I'm regaling the people up there with stories from college and allaying to them how terrible Ballyhoo was.
If y'all want to call at anytime for guidance/figurative shoulder to cry on/share a good laugh/etc., my cell is 276-728-1527. I probably won't have immediate access to the internet, so calling me's probably the easiest way to get in touch with me. I'm not going to restrain myself from calling people during the summer, so I expect you all to do the same thing.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I better go finish that last load of laundry and start figuring out where the hell all my crap's supposed to fit in my car.
I don't think there's anyone else on this earth that feels as lucky and as good as I do right now.
Love,
Zach
I've also come to this decision. I checked my grades and they are far from where they need to be. If things go well in Ohio, I will seriously consider spending a semester there. I know that this is not what people want to hear, but it may be what I need. Maybe some Yankee air will get my head back together. I don't know, though. I really hope that I am going to be back next year at Emory, but it's set in stone that I will not be graduating with the class of 2006. It blows hard, but it's my fault for not taking my classes seriously. I don't feel I owe anyone an apology, but I do have one regret: That I won't be able to walk with Melvin, Devan, Sarah, Morgan, and the like. If any of you are disappointed in me, I can assure you that the disappointment I have in myself is greater. However, life is learned not through our successes, but our failures. So, that's what I have to say about that.
I love everyone, I miss the hell out of you. You can trust that there will be numerous nights up in Ohio where I'm regaling the people up there with stories from college and allaying to them how terrible Ballyhoo was.
If y'all want to call at anytime for guidance/figurative shoulder to cry on/share a good laugh/etc., my cell is 276-728-1527. I probably won't have immediate access to the internet, so calling me's probably the easiest way to get in touch with me. I'm not going to restrain myself from calling people during the summer, so I expect you all to do the same thing.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I better go finish that last load of laundry and start figuring out where the hell all my crap's supposed to fit in my car.
I don't think there's anyone else on this earth that feels as lucky and as good as I do right now.
Love,
Zach