Post by Linnen Malfoy on Apr 20, 2005 12:20:17 GMT -5
About ten minutes ago I walked across the sunny campus, walked up the stairs, came to my dorm, plopped down in and my chair and smiled.
Because I have finished my first year at college.
Well, in theory, at least. Class ends today and it starts the exam period, however I only have one exam (next Friday) and I'm not too concerned about it.
I guess I never thought this point in time would come. I never pictured myself actualy being content with this blasted university, but I think I've come to more or less accept it (though it will be a long time until you see me sport a 'Florida Gators' shirt).
I remeber my first week here, which consisted of hysterical phone calls every night home of how I was going to fail and loose my scholarship. I was utterly convinced I would be a laughing stock in my art class.
But I've done so WELL in them I'm shocked. I made some of the most amazing art that I thought was being my skill-level, thought process, and just general ambition. I can now use power tools, am rather apty with an exacto knife, and know how to even make walls from scratch.
Japanese I thought would be a waste of time, but it's been so wonderful. My sensei has been so much better than the ones I had in Japanese and I feel so proficient in the language that my only regret is not being able to act like a know-it-all during the summer.
But most of all, I'm shocked that I'm social. Of course I have yet to go clubbing or a frat party, but I acutaly have friends here, which is a huge shock to me!
I never thought I would do so well, be so well adapted, and just general grow so much. I feel like I've grown, but not in a bad way. I'm still terribly immature (I was walking around my Japanese class today with my camera bag on my head, proclaiming myself the Camera Pope), but I feel like I can stand on my own two feet now.
Heck, I do my laundry better than my Mom. I'm honestly dreading going back home, only because she's quite bad at laundry (but I miss cooking).
I just never thought it would come. I use to stare at the ceiling at night wishing I could go back to high school, but now I can't imagine ever being there.
And to be honest, I'm so excited about my future. I'm planning on going to Japan next summer with so many people, Harry Potter this summer (HARRTY omg!111), possibly going to Isreal (well, not my choice, it's for my sister's Bat Mitzvah), and maybe even joining a sorority.
I guess the only weird thing is that I don't know what to do now. After working my tail off for the last months, it's weird to sit here and go "Hrm...now what?"
Because I have finished my first year at college.
Well, in theory, at least. Class ends today and it starts the exam period, however I only have one exam (next Friday) and I'm not too concerned about it.
I guess I never thought this point in time would come. I never pictured myself actualy being content with this blasted university, but I think I've come to more or less accept it (though it will be a long time until you see me sport a 'Florida Gators' shirt).
I remeber my first week here, which consisted of hysterical phone calls every night home of how I was going to fail and loose my scholarship. I was utterly convinced I would be a laughing stock in my art class.
But I've done so WELL in them I'm shocked. I made some of the most amazing art that I thought was being my skill-level, thought process, and just general ambition. I can now use power tools, am rather apty with an exacto knife, and know how to even make walls from scratch.
Japanese I thought would be a waste of time, but it's been so wonderful. My sensei has been so much better than the ones I had in Japanese and I feel so proficient in the language that my only regret is not being able to act like a know-it-all during the summer.
But most of all, I'm shocked that I'm social. Of course I have yet to go clubbing or a frat party, but I acutaly have friends here, which is a huge shock to me!
I never thought I would do so well, be so well adapted, and just general grow so much. I feel like I've grown, but not in a bad way. I'm still terribly immature (I was walking around my Japanese class today with my camera bag on my head, proclaiming myself the Camera Pope), but I feel like I can stand on my own two feet now.
Heck, I do my laundry better than my Mom. I'm honestly dreading going back home, only because she's quite bad at laundry (but I miss cooking).
I just never thought it would come. I use to stare at the ceiling at night wishing I could go back to high school, but now I can't imagine ever being there.
And to be honest, I'm so excited about my future. I'm planning on going to Japan next summer with so many people, Harry Potter this summer (HARRTY omg!111), possibly going to Isreal (well, not my choice, it's for my sister's Bat Mitzvah), and maybe even joining a sorority.
I guess the only weird thing is that I don't know what to do now. After working my tail off for the last months, it's weird to sit here and go "Hrm...now what?"