Well....
My grades came in the mail today from Muhlenberg, so I'm now a senior, which as I've already written, seems somewhat strange. I didn't really have any doubts that I would pass, but there's always that lingering doubt, I suppose.
Miss Hibbard's final concert was tonight, which was rather moving. I was happy to be there, to be part of the choir for one last song, to be able to say goodbye to her in a way that she'll remember for a long time. I did realize that I dislike being on stage now. I felt more nervous than I had in years of choral concerts and musicals.
I think I'm finally getting over being sick. I am having blood drawn tomorrow, since Mom called the doctor and they want to make sure that I don't have mono. In case you haven't been in the loop (which probably anyone who reads this, as I haven't been very forthcoming with information since I got home), I've been sick for the past ten or so days, feeling increasingly better every day, although I have certain times when I just want to collapse in a heap and beg someone to take me to the hospital so I can get better. I even drove myself down to Muhlenberg on Sunday so that I could say goodbye to Erynn, Heidi & Ashley, all of whom I miss like it's my job. Unfortunately, I wasn't a very good guest while I stayed at my aunt's, as I fell asleep during the Red Sox game and was rather quiet for the rest of my stay. Falling asleep during the game was ridiculously unusual, though, since I never fall asleep with the TV on. It's only happened twice that I can remember, and both of them within the past year and during baseball games. Granted, one was a Yankees game, so I could hardly be expected to pay attention to it.
I've been sleeping, reading, watching a few movies, and have just started making plans with friends. I even played tennis with Patrick today for a while, although I'm going to pay for it tomorrow. I can feel my hips complaining that they had to be active. I only have three weeks left until I leave, and it all feels so unreal that I'm probably going to be frantically packing for the three or so days before I leave. Hopefully all the clothes that I want to bring will be clean by that time. Being sick has actually been good for my wardrobe, as I wear old jeans, ratty t-shirts and don't leave the house often enough to require anything else.
As it happens, I'm tired now, and since I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, and then be community service-oriented by making sandwiches in Utica, and then have blood drawn, I think I'll retire.
-me-
Miss Hibbard's final concert was tonight, which was rather moving. I was happy to be there, to be part of the choir for one last song, to be able to say goodbye to her in a way that she'll remember for a long time. I did realize that I dislike being on stage now. I felt more nervous than I had in years of choral concerts and musicals.
I think I'm finally getting over being sick. I am having blood drawn tomorrow, since Mom called the doctor and they want to make sure that I don't have mono. In case you haven't been in the loop (which probably anyone who reads this, as I haven't been very forthcoming with information since I got home), I've been sick for the past ten or so days, feeling increasingly better every day, although I have certain times when I just want to collapse in a heap and beg someone to take me to the hospital so I can get better. I even drove myself down to Muhlenberg on Sunday so that I could say goodbye to Erynn, Heidi & Ashley, all of whom I miss like it's my job. Unfortunately, I wasn't a very good guest while I stayed at my aunt's, as I fell asleep during the Red Sox game and was rather quiet for the rest of my stay. Falling asleep during the game was ridiculously unusual, though, since I never fall asleep with the TV on. It's only happened twice that I can remember, and both of them within the past year and during baseball games. Granted, one was a Yankees game, so I could hardly be expected to pay attention to it.
I've been sleeping, reading, watching a few movies, and have just started making plans with friends. I even played tennis with Patrick today for a while, although I'm going to pay for it tomorrow. I can feel my hips complaining that they had to be active. I only have three weeks left until I leave, and it all feels so unreal that I'm probably going to be frantically packing for the three or so days before I leave. Hopefully all the clothes that I want to bring will be clean by that time. Being sick has actually been good for my wardrobe, as I wear old jeans, ratty t-shirts and don't leave the house often enough to require anything else.
As it happens, I'm tired now, and since I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, and then be community service-oriented by making sandwiches in Utica, and then have blood drawn, I think I'll retire.
-me-