Post One: Recapping
It's a sad day at the Millvale House. Nick has gone home and Frank nearly picked up and moved out.* Megan and I have decimated a tub of Rocky Road (cliche, but tasty) and bagged clothes for sale at the local thrift store. A little extra income would be nice after the binge-spending that was this past Christmas.
I had a terrific vacation. It feels like I've been gone forever! I wish I'd been able to touch base with the other NC folk, but the trip was whirlwind enough as it was, and we were all lucky to survive New Years with our eyebrows intact. I hope the holidays were as fun and stress-free for you guys as they were for me (barring your bout of flu, Ex).
So now I'm staring down my last semester of college, and it's a daunting one. My senior seminar is pretty intimidating on its own, if only because I've written nothing but PR and Advertising pieces for the last year and a half. I feel rusty at fiction. I think I will thoroughly enjoy my Egyptian Religion, Women & Religion, and Writing & Design classes, but Personal Defense is currently kicking my ass. I am one giant pulled muscle. Already I dread the final, when small groups of us will be turned loose in South Oakland in the middle of the night.
*Previous content edited upon reconcilliation, THANK GOD.
I had a terrific vacation. It feels like I've been gone forever! I wish I'd been able to touch base with the other NC folk, but the trip was whirlwind enough as it was, and we were all lucky to survive New Years with our eyebrows intact. I hope the holidays were as fun and stress-free for you guys as they were for me (barring your bout of flu, Ex).
So now I'm staring down my last semester of college, and it's a daunting one. My senior seminar is pretty intimidating on its own, if only because I've written nothing but PR and Advertising pieces for the last year and a half. I feel rusty at fiction. I think I will thoroughly enjoy my Egyptian Religion, Women & Religion, and Writing & Design classes, but Personal Defense is currently kicking my ass. I am one giant pulled muscle. Already I dread the final, when small groups of us will be turned loose in South Oakland in the middle of the night.
*Previous content edited upon reconcilliation, THANK GOD.