So yeah, I'm back...
I have, through the encouragement of a few people, been convinced to resurrect this journal from the inky depths of anonymity. I've been just fine since the loooong time ago that I wrote my last post. Advancing in school and all that. In fact, this year is probably my last here and that scares me a good deal. I don't feel that I'm ready to venture out into the world just yet, plus I really love this campus and all the people here. I mostly just don't want this time to end. Once I graduate, I will officially be in the "real world". I know change is inevitable and time marches on and all that, but there is a part of me that just doesn't want to accept that. I think it's because I've always been the type to try preserving the past. I was sad when I was eleven and a tree in my grandparents' front yard got cut down because I had lived there for much of my life and it was now changed. When I move back into my dorm room every semester I set up my stuff exactly how it was last semester. I dislike when old buildings are torn down or new ones are put up in my hometown. I order the same damn thing whenever I go to restaurants. I like being in a comfortable, familiar routine. Some people like change, they even thrive on it, but I don't think I'm one of them. I DO go out and do new things sometimes, but only once I'm comfortable with the idea or someone else who is more spontaneous is there with me.
So anyway, there is this sense of coming dread mixed in with the excitement of graduating. My whole world is going to be mixed up and put back together differently. After I graduated high school I had this plan of going to college. Since I was in middle school I *knew* I was going to college, so it was just the next logical step. This is totally different. Oh well, maybe I'll go to graduate school.
Sorry for being so emo. I really am not depressed or anything. It's just something that's been in the back of my head percolating for a while. Airing it out actually helps.
So in other news, I've got all my classes finally locked in. 21 credits is outrageous, even if six of them are independent studies. I've never attempted so many before, so it should be interesting to see how it pans out. At least there's no Japanese this semester.
I went home for a day this past weekend, and from there down to Connecticut for my cousin's birthday. He just turned 9. It was really cool to see my aunt and the two little hellions if only for a little while since it's been such a long time. My aunt in particular, Laurie, has been close to a second mother to me over the years, and it was good to talk to her about stuff. Home was great too, even if I was there for maybe an hour. Seeing mom and dad, the cats and even my stupid big lovable dog was excellent.
This is sooo long! Well, it's been a while so, yeah. In the future, my posts should be shorter and more fun, so just bear with me, ok?
So anyway, there is this sense of coming dread mixed in with the excitement of graduating. My whole world is going to be mixed up and put back together differently. After I graduated high school I had this plan of going to college. Since I was in middle school I *knew* I was going to college, so it was just the next logical step. This is totally different. Oh well, maybe I'll go to graduate school.
Sorry for being so emo. I really am not depressed or anything. It's just something that's been in the back of my head percolating for a while. Airing it out actually helps.
So in other news, I've got all my classes finally locked in. 21 credits is outrageous, even if six of them are independent studies. I've never attempted so many before, so it should be interesting to see how it pans out. At least there's no Japanese this semester.
I went home for a day this past weekend, and from there down to Connecticut for my cousin's birthday. He just turned 9. It was really cool to see my aunt and the two little hellions if only for a little while since it's been such a long time. My aunt in particular, Laurie, has been close to a second mother to me over the years, and it was good to talk to her about stuff. Home was great too, even if I was there for maybe an hour. Seeing mom and dad, the cats and even my stupid big lovable dog was excellent.
This is sooo long! Well, it's been a while so, yeah. In the future, my posts should be shorter and more fun, so just bear with me, ok?