Life is . . .
Two days ago I submitted my application to USF. Today I filled out my application for graduation from PHCC. Tomorrow my request for my transcripts to be sent to USF will be faxed. Next Thursday I have 3 take-home tests due, 2 chapters each. February 10th I have my first philosophy exam, and February 12th I have an autobiography due for human sexually. Before both of those events take place, my best friend in the entire world turns 20.
I'm growing up, and everything is happening at once, it seems. My classes are good, and although I'm satisfied, and although I've applied to USF as a communications major, I'm still no closer to knowing what I want from life. Which means that at least part of my life is still this huge grey area.
On the bright side, something about college allows my writers block to reform itself into more of a door, through which I can come and go as I wish, Or, rather, as my mind wishes. Which, usually, is either in the middle of class or at 12 at night, buttttttt it's a start, right?
I'm going now.
I'm growing up, and everything is happening at once, it seems. My classes are good, and although I'm satisfied, and although I've applied to USF as a communications major, I'm still no closer to knowing what I want from life. Which means that at least part of my life is still this huge grey area.
On the bright side, something about college allows my writers block to reform itself into more of a door, through which I can come and go as I wish, Or, rather, as my mind wishes. Which, usually, is either in the middle of class or at 12 at night, buttttttt it's a start, right?
I'm going now.