i get to go home today at 3:20. i’m super excited.
i’m at that point now where i’m a little fed up with college. i know it’s only like the 6th week of school or something, but it is wearing on me a bit. it’s much harder to do well in school than it is to slack off. i suspect this is the reason i’m so burnt out. but it’s okay. i get to spend four nights at home, in my own bed. i get to see my parents and my dog and especially my cat. i get to stay up until 3 in the morning, eating spirals&cheese and watching roseanne reruns. it’s the liiiife.
oh, and i get to finally have my own car.
it’s a 1999 mercury sable. it’s blue. it’s apparently really nice, but i haven’t seen it yet. i always told myself i’d never drive a sable or anything like it, but at this point it doesn’t matter. it’s a car. and i need one so i can get a job and have money and be one of those college kids who isn’t broke all the time.
of course, i must snap back into reality sometime. i won’t be home forever, and i certainly won’t have the time to get a job this semester. so until mid-january, i’ll still be pretty broke. and i’ll continue to be burnt out on school until mid-december, when final exams are over and i get to go home for a month. and then, after this year, i have two more years of the college-coaster.
things are better now, though. i’m in my own room, which i suspect will help immensely when winter comes around and i get depressed. i technically live in an “apartment” now, but i still call it a dorm. this dorm-partment has a kitchen, which i’m super excited about, because now i have a freezer to hold my ice cream and frozen pierogies. i have a stove to make parmesan couscous and fettucine alfredo from-a-bag. and i have an oven, with which i intend to make lots and lots of cookies. and brownies. possibly cake. and maybe pie.
at this time last year, i was in love with gmc. it was totally the place to be. it was an awesome college. then, around thansgiving or so, i realized it sucked. i like it here at lyndon. i like it in a different way. the campus is bigger. i have more room to breathe. the professors know what they’re talking about and they actually care about the classes they teach. it’s easier to get my work done when not everyone is concerned with smoking ganj and sleeping till 4pm. gmc wasn’t conducive to learning. well…it was. i learned some things. but none of them were in the classroom. in the past, i would have said that these “life lessons” were more valuable than anything a teacher could tell me. but truthfully? i like real school more than i like hippie school.
so i guess the general update is that i’m doing pretty well. looking forward to my four-ish-almost-five days home. doing pretty awesome in all of my classes. i’m okay.
