It seems like only yesterday my parents were driving away, waving frantically out the window as they left me here in Tennessee all alone, not knowing a soul...Except Sam, but he doesn't count because he lived all the way across campus and I was all alone on my side of campus. And now here I am, sitting in my dorm room which has more of my stuff in it than my room at home. And even weirder, the semester is over! Today I sat in my last math class EVER. Never again will I have to figure out what the fuck X is and how X+Y/D*10^46.3 is equal to 2. Because honestly, thats how math is for me. I am not bad at math exactly, I just got stuck with awful teachers who made no attempt to help me for so long that I just gave up. But I just have to take ONE more math test and than I'm done. For good. No more. I'll buy one of those niffy programs that figures out your taxes and finances for youwhen I grow up. Or better yet, hire someone else to do it! If you can't tell, I am really excited about this.
I'm excited to be done with this semester in general. Your first semester of college is just so stressful; figuring out who your friends are, worrying about where to sit at lunch, worrying about looking like a loser if you sit by yourself, trying to avoid the freshman 15 and being overwhelmed with work. But now I know a few things: I'm surrounded by tons of nice people, there is always someone to talk to, no one cares if I sit by myself at lunch, if I go to the gym at least half the times I say I will than that pizza really won't catch up with me and the work isn't all that hard if you stay organized. All that knowledge, plus the fact that I have an awesome schedule next semester is great. Oh and there is the small fact that I get to go home and spend a whole month with my family, friends that I know through and through and eat something besides pizza ;-)
For some reason I am absolutely exhausted, so sorry if I am rambling a ton. I'm just REALLY excited. I have such a good feeling about the next couple months. I have to make some big decisions (like joining the reserves as I mentioned earlier) but once those decisions are made...They're made! You can't worry about something anymore once it's decided. There are all sorts of things I want to talk about, but I'm gonna shut up right now before lots of stupid things come out. My brain doesn't make much sense once it gets sleepy. I about died laughing earlier...I told my boyfriend he made me so happy that if I was a puppy my tail would be wagging so much I wouldn't be able to walk, and than he said something kinda dumb so I told him my tail was no longer wagging. And than when he said goodbye I informed him, while giggling hysterically, "It was just a tale about the tails!! My TAIL didn't stop wagging it was just a TALE. GET IT?! GET IT?!". I think I'm lucky he puts up with me :)
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