Tomorrow, I start my first semester as a college sophomore.
I remember how I felt this time last year. I was anxious, and scared, and nervous. I stressed over making friends, getting myself good professors, finding the time to spend with my girlfriend. And really, there was nothing that needed to afraid of. Of course, the stress and time-complications were utterly inevitable, but eventually I found a way to work around it. Made some new friends, and then lost some. Had to balance schoolwork with the shit going on back at home. And overcame math and speech. This time around, I'm a lot more confident. Now, it's just some other thing on my schedule. I don't think its going to be all that easy either. I'm prepared for a hectic, stressful, cryallnightbecauseihaven'tevenstartedthetenpagepaper semester.
So, looking back at my summer, I'm trying to figure out if I really spent it all that well. For the most part, I think I did. Figured out who my true friends were. Rekindled distant friendships with some people I had lost touch with. Regrettably, I've also lost touch with some people. I don't want to say it was purposely my fault, but it somewhat was. I'm... tired of all that. I feel bored with things; like I'm just waiting to move on. It's not that I don't care about you; I'm completely serious that I always will. I'm just growing up, I guess. Also, I finally had the time to refocus on my artwork. Oh, and I am leading September Kairos. Yeah, I think that I'm pretty satisfied with my summer.
mkp.
