May 04, 2002 - 9.30 am
So, here it is, 9.30 in the morning on a SATURDAY and I have already taken a final, cleaned the kitchen and outlined a paper. I am just like WONDERWOMAN! and SUPERGIRL! I can leap tall Starbucks in a single bound! I can go faster than a speeding professor, I can wash a pot WHILE brewing coffee! Yes folks, I am COLLEGE GIRL! And what does college girl do when finals roll around? Well, she puts on her CG CAPE and magical flip flops and she's OFF! Saving the world! Or, well, you know, taking Biopsych finals.
Okaaaaaaay. I'm done. Wow.
So, yesterday was my last day of classes and while I was leaving the Horrid Creative Writing Class Full of Stoner Loser Geeks (tm) I realized that I was ONE CLASS away from finishing the classes of my sophomore year in college. Whoa. How did that happen?! I am in the finals period of my SOPHOMORE YEAR IN COLLEGE. I'm (theoretically) half way done with my undergraduate work. Next year I have to start thinking about things like grad school, I have to start volunteering so I know I can get INTO grad school, and then I thought, whoawhoawhoa. Back that train up there, pardner. GRADUATE SCHOOL?! YOU?! You're just a KID. But I have a house of my own, a cat of my own, I have my own computer and coffee maker. (Are you sensing a theme with the coffee here, folks? Totally unintentional, but true) I'm certainly not a grown up, but I'm not a kid anymore either. I'm halfway through my undergraduate degree. I live in a dwelling without my parents, I'm contemplating grad school and it's WEIRD. And last night, I was home to have dinner for my Daddy's birthday, and when my grandparents left, I left. I didn't stick around, to watch TV with my sibs, or go to my room to do homework. I helped my mom finish cleaning up the kitchen, and I got in my LRC (little red car) and drove away, to my apartment 45 minutes away where I would study for a final and then I would go to bed, and where I'd wake up the next morning, have breakfast and go take the final.
Loveland will always be home. The place I go when my soul needs some soothing and I can feel like a kid again, but it's also sort of hard to be back there without remembering all the horrid things that happened there. I had a good childhood, and now I have a good whatever phase I'm in nowhood. But I still feel a little weird about it, yo.
A little weird about it. How's that for profound?
Emily
