Run through the fields and houses, because there's something in the air.
I haven't posted in a long time. A whole month. It just blows my mind, how I can actually stop writing for periods of time. It's kind of frightening, really.
I started classes for my senior year on Monday. It's a different experience: I have four classes, and only one of them is a class related to my major. One is to my GE's, and the other two are for my own personal benefit. I'm taking a business class this year, and though I was nervous about it at first, now I'm kind of anticipating going to that class tomorrow.
With so much time in my schedule (no class on Tuesdays and Fridays) I went to pursue that Rite Aid job. I'm not sure how that's going; I went there this morning to be re-interviewed, and when I tried to apply via telephone like the manager wanted, it didn't quite work. I plan to call and harass them again tomorrow, and then hopefully I'll have an occupation.
I'm also going to attempt to write more. I really want to perfect my portfolio, and I feel the only way to do that is to write things often. With all the time that I have, there is no reason not to.
Things are going to be different this year. Things are already different. I have the same ambitions but this year... it feels like they can be accomplished. More than accomplished. Things need to be done to better myself, and I can tell that they are going to be done.
I guess it feels a lot like falling in love.
I started classes for my senior year on Monday. It's a different experience: I have four classes, and only one of them is a class related to my major. One is to my GE's, and the other two are for my own personal benefit. I'm taking a business class this year, and though I was nervous about it at first, now I'm kind of anticipating going to that class tomorrow.
With so much time in my schedule (no class on Tuesdays and Fridays) I went to pursue that Rite Aid job. I'm not sure how that's going; I went there this morning to be re-interviewed, and when I tried to apply via telephone like the manager wanted, it didn't quite work. I plan to call and harass them again tomorrow, and then hopefully I'll have an occupation.
I'm also going to attempt to write more. I really want to perfect my portfolio, and I feel the only way to do that is to write things often. With all the time that I have, there is no reason not to.
Things are going to be different this year. Things are already different. I have the same ambitions but this year... it feels like they can be accomplished. More than accomplished. Things need to be done to better myself, and I can tell that they are going to be done.
I guess it feels a lot like falling in love.