Sleepovers from your freshman year of high school with your 8th grade girlfriends including several embarrasing games of Truth and obnoxious telephone calls to boys which drag up preteen/teen emotions should really NEVER be videotaped and rewatched 7 years later. It's amazing how one video can make you feel ridiculously small and hurt all over again ...
Yikes.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
You know what's funny? I can't even remember which summer event I was referring to in my last post. Or even what it was about. I'm glad I felt the need to record that passing and pointless thought.
This summer has been beyond fantastic. I could not have asked for a more perfect last summer break of my life. This makes be both infinitely happy and sad.
I really don't want to go back to Peoria/Bradley. I've got one year left but I'm really ready to be finished now. I don't really mean that because I am looking forward to being a senior, spending time with some very important people and hopefully finding some sort of passion that leads to some sort of career. I'm going to live it up and make the most of my time. But it is nice to know that I am looking forward to coming home post-college. I just like living with/near my family, being within close range to my high school friends homeplaces (which I wish I had a better name for by the way, because they clearly have become more than high school friends during the past three years), and having a routine that isn't quite as jam packed as my school one is.
Another reason I'm not looking forward to going back. First semester is going to be the busiest of my life! It tops last semester and if you knew me then, you'll know that I had several near panic attacks even then. Luckily I will have 2nd semester to look forward to: Only 12 hours, 1 part time job and one leadership position. I don't even know what I'll do with myself! Cannot wait. But first to tackle 1st semester: 15 credit hours, including 1 massive senior project, two leadership positions, and 2 part time jobs. Oh crap. I need to stop thinking about it or I might start to cry.
So back to this summer. I am so unbelievable happy being around my friends and family up here. I don't have to try to be anyone but myself. I don't even need to figure out who myself is. I just am. (Am I starting to sound too deep?) And it doesn't matter how long it's been or what we're individually doing, when we gather together it's just like it always has been. Except better since high school drama is slowly but surely fading away from the group and has yet to be replaced with 'real world' drama amongst us. It's sad to think that this is the last summer that we will all be gathered in the Chicagoland area with any certainty (and two critical members weren't event here anyway!)
I see a pattern in this post. Happiness followed by reality check followed by sadness. But the overwhelming emotion these days is certainly of the positive! Ten more days in suburban splendor and then it's back to poopy peoria.
(It must be noted that Peoria also includes a reunion with Kate and Sara, Sara's 21st birthday, porching it, dates with Marla, lots of time with Joe, being a KD senior and $5 Long Island Ice Teas.) Clearly Peoria has a sunny side after all :-)
This summer has been beyond fantastic. I could not have asked for a more perfect last summer break of my life. This makes be both infinitely happy and sad.
I really don't want to go back to Peoria/Bradley. I've got one year left but I'm really ready to be finished now. I don't really mean that because I am looking forward to being a senior, spending time with some very important people and hopefully finding some sort of passion that leads to some sort of career. I'm going to live it up and make the most of my time. But it is nice to know that I am looking forward to coming home post-college. I just like living with/near my family, being within close range to my high school friends homeplaces (which I wish I had a better name for by the way, because they clearly have become more than high school friends during the past three years), and having a routine that isn't quite as jam packed as my school one is.
Another reason I'm not looking forward to going back. First semester is going to be the busiest of my life! It tops last semester and if you knew me then, you'll know that I had several near panic attacks even then. Luckily I will have 2nd semester to look forward to: Only 12 hours, 1 part time job and one leadership position. I don't even know what I'll do with myself! Cannot wait. But first to tackle 1st semester: 15 credit hours, including 1 massive senior project, two leadership positions, and 2 part time jobs. Oh crap. I need to stop thinking about it or I might start to cry.
So back to this summer. I am so unbelievable happy being around my friends and family up here. I don't have to try to be anyone but myself. I don't even need to figure out who myself is. I just am. (Am I starting to sound too deep?) And it doesn't matter how long it's been or what we're individually doing, when we gather together it's just like it always has been. Except better since high school drama is slowly but surely fading away from the group and has yet to be replaced with 'real world' drama amongst us. It's sad to think that this is the last summer that we will all be gathered in the Chicagoland area with any certainty (and two critical members weren't event here anyway!)
I see a pattern in this post. Happiness followed by reality check followed by sadness. But the overwhelming emotion these days is certainly of the positive! Ten more days in suburban splendor and then it's back to poopy peoria.
(It must be noted that Peoria also includes a reunion with Kate and Sara, Sara's 21st birthday, porching it, dates with Marla, lots of time with Joe, being a KD senior and $5 Long Island Ice Teas.) Clearly Peoria has a sunny side after all :-)
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