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It's kinda funny.. and yet it's not...
It finally hit me today that the year is over. I woke up at 1, watched Love Actually until 3:30 and basically did nothing. Sometime around then I realized that I was hungry. So I ventured out of the room to the student union to go get some food. Let me just say that it was the oddest thing walking down the hall. Most of the doors are blank again. Anytime a door was open, you would look in and see emptiness and boxes. And I was just like.... this is it. My first year is over.
It different from other end of years too. I mean... I've been living here. It's like another home and now I have to leave it. I think I've actually come to sort-of like it here. I was walking to go pick up my japanese final grade and it was beautiful outside. Must have been in the 80's. And I was just looking around at the campus and I realized that for once I was at total peace with everything. I have another exam, but I've stopped worrying about it so much. It's not that important anymore. I'm happy... and I think I'm getting to the point where bad grades won't destroy that happiness. And that is what I needed the most to learn.
Tomorrow is my last full day here. I haven't packed anything yet. That will make it final. It means I leave my freedom, my internet, my ability to do what I want, when I want. It'll be a few weeks before I manage to convince my parents to get us the internet. I've researched a bit so that I have some real facts to present to them. I know my arguments. I'm on a mission and it will be done. I hate endings. They make me droopy. I should probably go pack my books at least. Or maybe throw away some of these powerade bottles...
It different from other end of years too. I mean... I've been living here. It's like another home and now I have to leave it. I think I've actually come to sort-of like it here. I was walking to go pick up my japanese final grade and it was beautiful outside. Must have been in the 80's. And I was just looking around at the campus and I realized that for once I was at total peace with everything. I have another exam, but I've stopped worrying about it so much. It's not that important anymore. I'm happy... and I think I'm getting to the point where bad grades won't destroy that happiness. And that is what I needed the most to learn.
Tomorrow is my last full day here. I haven't packed anything yet. That will make it final. It means I leave my freedom, my internet, my ability to do what I want, when I want. It'll be a few weeks before I manage to convince my parents to get us the internet. I've researched a bit so that I have some real facts to present to them. I know my arguments. I'm on a mission and it will be done. I hate endings. They make me droopy. I should probably go pack my books at least. Or maybe throw away some of these powerade bottles...