bad year, bad year, throw out the wine!
have i told you about renn fayre? ... it's coming. this time friday i will be guzzling champagne at 60 miles per hour, chain-smoking, and screaming with joy at the top of my lungs. i don't think i would have chosen reed if it weren't for renn fayre. the school pays for everything but the drugs (usually about $50,000, i would say the total drug budget is probably more than that, though). this year the theme is dr. seuss and i am wearing pink. some students have been counting down the days since it was 2006. seniors are beginning to get their laurels and everyone else is beginning to get serious about finals. the year went quick.
everyday is a struggle but the sun makes it easier. i think i'm going to jerusalem for the fall. school is going to be one of my lesser priorities in the middle east. i need to get out of here - i have a life to revive, a boy to get over, and a future to plan for. i want to graduate from reed. these days, as i watch the end of sophomore year approach, that goal seems in reach. if i go to israel. all year it's felt like reed was going to win, finish me off. if i try to plow through 4 years straight here, i think it would BUT if i spend a semester in the desert learning to roll hash spliffs, i might just make it. i would look good in laurels. most of my friends are either taking the semester (or the year) off or going abroad which makes these next couple weeks some big good byes. these people have become my people completely and good byes are hard.
it's been a hard year. as i drunkenly yelled at todd one night: "bad year! bad year! throw out the wine!"
everyday is a struggle but the sun makes it easier. i think i'm going to jerusalem for the fall. school is going to be one of my lesser priorities in the middle east. i need to get out of here - i have a life to revive, a boy to get over, and a future to plan for. i want to graduate from reed. these days, as i watch the end of sophomore year approach, that goal seems in reach. if i go to israel. all year it's felt like reed was going to win, finish me off. if i try to plow through 4 years straight here, i think it would BUT if i spend a semester in the desert learning to roll hash spliffs, i might just make it. i would look good in laurels. most of my friends are either taking the semester (or the year) off or going abroad which makes these next couple weeks some big good byes. these people have become my people completely and good byes are hard.
it's been a hard year. as i drunkenly yelled at todd one night: "bad year! bad year! throw out the wine!"