Reflections

Guess what, kids? It's finally summertime. This means that I'll probably be back to blogging one or twice a week, because I'll have nothing better to do with my life.  This also means no more schoolwork until August.

Praise Jesus.
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As I was packing up my room into boxes, I couldn't help but think about what this year was all about. I was thinking about the past and future all at the same time.  My sophomore year of college was pretty ballin' and I think this summer will be great too.  So, what happened since my last post (in March, sorry about that)?  I'm pretty sure that I made 25 ladies fall in love with me.  I was their RA and at the end of the semester, they baked me cookies to thank me for everything I did for them.  I'm always the one that bakes stuff, I forgot how it feels to be on the receiving end of that.  I think my heart actually melted a little, I was really touched.  I'm glad to have impacted their lives, just a little bit.  Okay, enough with the emotional mumbo jumbo.

As far as actual schoolwork goes, this semester only proved one thing to me.  I'm about to give you some damn good advice right now.  This is something you need to tell your grandchildren when you're sitting around in a circle, knitting on Christmas Eve.  Pretty intense, right? Well this advice is intense.

You ready?

You sure?

100% sure?

Sigh. Alright.

When you're in college and you're registering for classes: Never, under any circumstances, register for six science classes, laugh, say you'll be fine, and then go on with your day.


Never.


Because guess what. You won't be fine.  You'll actually die a little.  I was a fun-loving soul before I committed the masochistic schedule that was my spring semester.  Now I'm hollow and empty on the inside, like one of those Russian dolls.

I even dress the same way now.
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If you're ever considering doing that, please learn from my terrible mistakes.  You don't have to ever do that to yourself.  The apocalypse seemed to be a better fate sometimes.  I made it through.  And maybe I was being a tad dramatic, I still love having fun.  I mean, throw a water slide in front of me and I turn into that kid who just got his first bicycle for his fifth birthday.

"I want to go to there" -Liz Lemon
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This semester did open my eyes to a lot of new things.  I learned firsthand that fracking will probably ruin more than it's worth.  Props to the fathead minnows I did research on.  I also learned that Ithaca is one of the weirdest towns in America.  I had an internship that required me to go to people's homes and collect tap water for testing.  Let me tell you something about these people: some of the town folks I've talked to are more strange than hotpants guy and the Commons Magician.  Ithacans, you know what I'm talking about.  For those who don't, let's just say there are strange people that inhabit this planet with us.  And lots of purple scarves.  I learned how to form a circuit board and gained respect for people that build computers (not my thing, sorry computer geeks).  I learned how light travels, how we see, hear, and process all of that.  I learned how to treat about 50 types of illness, and how to spot them by just looking at someone.  I learned about every renewable and nonrenewable resource out there, which ones work and which ones aren't worth our time.  I have a good grasp on what I want my future home to look like (trust me, it's going to be incredible).  You're invited over anytime.  I'll cook for you.

But that's all over now.  This semester is done.  I said goodbye to the multitudes of friends I made this year (most of them international students who I may never see again in person) and set off for home.  Now I look to the summer.

If only. Dream summer/life right here, kids.
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Back to the 40-hour work week.  Back to the gym (egads).  Back to weekend adventures.  Back to Bonnaroo.  Wait, what? Bonnaroo. Oh yes.

I said it.

I'm going to Bonnaroo.  Unfamiliar with it? Let me explain it for you.  Me and 79,999 other people are heading over to Tennessee for a few days in two weeks to jam out to music, have fun, and go swimming.  I'm excited.  I'm going with a three really good friends.  I feel like at the end of it, we're either going to love each other so much after spending four days straight with each other, or be the complete opposite.  It'll be love or hate.  I hope it's love.  I'll be bringing sunscreen.  I won't be bringing shampoo though.  I'm not planning on showering much.  It'll be the worst part of it.  Camping out in a tent, going to as many shows as you can handle, eating peanut butter...what's not to love?

Each one of those specks? A tent. Can't wait.
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