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So I managed to pass my Governments class with a C and it takes care of my social sciences credit, but I stumbled at the finish line and got B's in both Drawing I and 2D (????). I know in my heart I would've gotten A's, but some things popped out of nowhere. My GPA isn't as good as I wanted it to be, and it makes me afraid for my academic scholarship, but I imagine things will work out. I've had decent luck thus far.
I've been home for about a week now, and things are... fine. The first couple days felt a bit odd (and very very cold), like my house wasn't really my house, or that my room wasn't really my room anymore. My mom cleaned and rearranged the entire room, I almost feel bad for messing up the bed sheets or setting my stuff down. I still haven't unpacked my suitcase, only because I feel like I'm going to leave again soon. That's not for another five weeks though.
I visited the high school on Monday and was bombarded with hugs from various friends and teachers. The visit itself took longer than what I expected, but I enjoyed seeing familiar faces. Being in that building brought back a feeling of despondency -- funny how little things like dim lighting or smelly crowds of kids can remind you of such feelings.
I had a dream the other night that I was painting. Ironically, I haven't painted since summer -- and I haven't done art for myself in a long, long time. I don't know where to begin.
I've been home for about a week now, and things are... fine. The first couple days felt a bit odd (and very very cold), like my house wasn't really my house, or that my room wasn't really my room anymore. My mom cleaned and rearranged the entire room, I almost feel bad for messing up the bed sheets or setting my stuff down. I still haven't unpacked my suitcase, only because I feel like I'm going to leave again soon. That's not for another five weeks though.
I visited the high school on Monday and was bombarded with hugs from various friends and teachers. The visit itself took longer than what I expected, but I enjoyed seeing familiar faces. Being in that building brought back a feeling of despondency -- funny how little things like dim lighting or smelly crowds of kids can remind you of such feelings.
I had a dream the other night that I was painting. Ironically, I haven't painted since summer -- and I haven't done art for myself in a long, long time. I don't know where to begin.