Another Year Gone
I can't believe I'm done. One year of college done, and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I *hoped* that in college I would find one topic that I really love, but I guess I didn't take as many random classes as I should have, because that love has not appeared.
I feel older though. That's an accomplishment.
I also think I value sleep more. When I get home, even with no curfew, I think its safe to say I will be going home with time to get 7 hours of sleep. In high school, with a curfew, and with waking up at 6:15 for school, sleep was not at the top of my list. In general, I go to sleep maybe one hour later than I used to, and wake up 3 hours later.
I can't believe I survived in a triple. Now that I'm packing up half of my stuff for my dad to cart away, my tiny area is getting way too tiny. I'm feeling slightly claustrophobic. Though I can't say I've been the best roommate, I will say I have probably the worst deal in the room, and I got here first. I may not be overtly generous, but I do sacrifice my comfort for the sake of others. Who knows if my roommates know that, though. To them, I'm probably just the weirdo who claims to be a morning person, and than never goes to sleep before 2, and the person who uses up their tissues when mine are gone. I guess I really do have allergies. Never thought it was such a problem till this year. Perhaps my allergies are worse than ever? Anyway, I got both my roommates a box of tissues, and I'm planning to get them candy, as an end of the year present.
Maybe my different sleeping pattern had a good effect-- my roommates never complained about me snoring, or even told me I snore.
Ultimate is over. Or at least, over this year. I don't want the seniors to leave. I don't want Ben to go away and never come back. I'm so bad at goodbyes. Not because I cry, or get super emotional, but because it never hits me that people are actually gone.
I feel older though. That's an accomplishment.
I also think I value sleep more. When I get home, even with no curfew, I think its safe to say I will be going home with time to get 7 hours of sleep. In high school, with a curfew, and with waking up at 6:15 for school, sleep was not at the top of my list. In general, I go to sleep maybe one hour later than I used to, and wake up 3 hours later.
I can't believe I survived in a triple. Now that I'm packing up half of my stuff for my dad to cart away, my tiny area is getting way too tiny. I'm feeling slightly claustrophobic. Though I can't say I've been the best roommate, I will say I have probably the worst deal in the room, and I got here first. I may not be overtly generous, but I do sacrifice my comfort for the sake of others. Who knows if my roommates know that, though. To them, I'm probably just the weirdo who claims to be a morning person, and than never goes to sleep before 2, and the person who uses up their tissues when mine are gone. I guess I really do have allergies. Never thought it was such a problem till this year. Perhaps my allergies are worse than ever? Anyway, I got both my roommates a box of tissues, and I'm planning to get them candy, as an end of the year present.
Maybe my different sleeping pattern had a good effect-- my roommates never complained about me snoring, or even told me I snore.
Ultimate is over. Or at least, over this year. I don't want the seniors to leave. I don't want Ben to go away and never come back. I'm so bad at goodbyes. Not because I cry, or get super emotional, but because it never hits me that people are actually gone.
posted by Joni at 11:25 AM
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