Replace Ohio with Colorado.
Just read over my Signature Course syllabus and wowoowowow. Even Mrs. Brown would consider this to be alotof writing. A three paragraph short response is due every class day at 9 via email. There are also four 500-750 word reactions papers. A draft of a 1000-1500 word essay that will be peer edited. Then I have to edit two of those types of papers using 250 words each along with another 250 word plan on how to revise my own paper. Then of course the end result.
All in one semester.
This wouldn’t be nearly as bad if the topic on which I’d be writing wasn’t so a;akagkg. The class is basically on pregancy and abortions and birthcontrol. Practically my least favorite subject because it’s such a gray area that I have no idea how I feel. The bright side is I may come out of the class with an actual stance on the whole topic with some real forethought… or possibly even more muddled.
I said “but she’s not supposed to go.” and starting crying. Chris kept saying that we’ll get to see her on Christmas and Thanksgiving, but it’s not the same. We decided that she was the star of our sitcom because even though she needed us, she changed us to better people. Without her, Chris and I would just take about vaginas and poop all day. She is the best of all of us. It really sucks that I don’t get to see her for three months. Bye Bye beebs don’t make any friends who don’t look good in jewel tones because they can’t be trusted.
The saddest scene in any movie I’ve ever seen. I just watched it and realized that this my life right now.
We met, it seems, such a short time ago
You looked at me - needing me so
Yet from your sadness
Our happiness grew
And I found out I needed you too
I remember how we used to play
I recall those rainy days
The fire’s glow
That kept us warm
And now I find - we’re both alone
Goodbye may seem forever
Farewell is like the end
But in my heart is a memory
And there you’ll always be
(fox and the hound)
One last huzzah tonight with Chris and Maya, then sleep, church, and departure. It’s been a really amazing time here in Texas. I don’t know what to say. I keep doing things around the house and thinking, “Well, that’s the last time I’m ever going to do that.” It’s a weird perspective.
It’s a really weird feeling. There’s still a bunch of stuff I have to take care of (like packing, but that makes it feel too real and I don’t like packing), but I know it’s going to be good. I’ve never really stayed in one place for very long, because of my parents moving around due to jobs and stuff. This is just another move, but it feels really different. Maybe it’s because I won’t know anyone up there, save for my roommate, or because I’ll be on my own for the first time, but it’ll be an adventure.
And now I’m thinking of Up. Do do do doo, do do do doo…