Tomorrow, I go back to school. I'm pretty happy about it because I kind of miss actually waking up early, and driving up to Northridge, and seeing old and new faces. Smoking in the tables of the art department, seeing the exhibits and student shows, carpooling with my best friend, painting with Steph and Alex, visiting old professors. I'm taking Representational Painting class with Victoria Reynolds, and I'm excited to have her teach me again for the third time. I'm also taking another religious studies course with James Findlay, and he's an amazing teacher. But I'm also really sad, too. I'm going to miss sleeping in, reading for fun, visiting old friends, arting it up with Lindsay three nights a week, and talking to Jarrett as a zombie from 2-6:30 a.m. With all these classes I'm taking, I'm not going to see any daylight or have much of a social life for the rest of the semester, once I get back from leading September Kairos. To be honest, most of the sadness I'm feeling all revolves around mine and Jarrett's relationship. For starters, it's long distance, and we don't communicate using our phones. So when we do talk, its on Skype for hours a night. But now that I'll be needing my sleep, we're going to have to work a whole lot harder. I know I need to focus on school, but I am committed to making this relationship work, and I intend on giving it my all. When we started, I wondered where it was all going. I was light-hearted about it, and I didn't take it too seriously. But then things changed. I played American Football most nights to fall asleep to, specifically "When the Summer Ends", thinking for a second that what we were doing was foolish and fleeting. Now, that summer has ended, I'm sure of one thing. I want to be with him. I want to be with him as long as I can. And I'm going to make it work.
mkp.
