So, I've finally made it to the end of the school year, and looking back on it, I think I may have just spent eight months in a literary sorbet. It's kinda like when you miss an episode or two of a soap opera, and then when you start watching again, nothing's really changed. I mean, right now I still live in the same house, have almost the same friends and do the same job as I did this time last year, so really, if you took the last eight months out of my life, there wouldn't really be much difference and you could still follow the story pretty easy.
So am I happy I went to St Pete's? I have no idea. every time I go to say no, I'm stopped by remembering one of the good times-- when we played red rover in math, getting to kill Browning's "Last Dutchess", hanging out in the coffee shop, the monks leaving food out for us at exams, playing guitar hero instead of working, the midieval feast, student appreciation night, sociology bingo, decorating the christmas tree, and watching the o.c. I did make some new friends, though it took me most of the year to do it. It's kinda weird, everyone finally got settled in around March and started branching out to make new friends, and now it's summer and we'll probably never see each other again.
so what did I learn? dwelling on the fact that you're not where you want to be makes the time go a hell of a lot slower. For almost the entire first term, all i could think about was how much I wanted to be in the city instead, and those were the longest three months of my entire life. I also reached new heights in procrastination, and realized my study skills kinda suck, but I think I managed to pass everything. doing okay is going to have to be good enough for now.
To be quite honest, I don't know what to do with my time just yet. I finished exams on friday, and now whenever I sit down to do something I still feel guilty for not doing schoolwork until i realize I have none. lol. Just gotta find me a second job so I can pay the bills next year.