Jackie ([info]babyscarlet) wrote,
@ 2002-05-09 21:29:00
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Finals
Another year gone by. Very quickly this time. I'm listing to U2 because it's soothing. I want to feel soothed. I've got two finals tomorrow. Two more on Tuesday. And then it's over. Half-way through my college years.

I didn't believe, even at the end of last year, that there would be a difference between my freshman and sophomore year. I was wrong. I'm a different person now. It's like a different world. I feel like I'm moving a hundred miles an hour.

The summer is going to feel as long as the whole year did. I believe in relativity. I know that time zooms by when we want it to tarry, and we know that it lags when we need it to hurry. But even the slow times this year went speeding by. Even the classes that I wished over before I sat down, they went right by too.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

I don't know who I'm going to be in a month. What happens when I leave this place? What happens when I get a 3 month vacation from the school I call home? All the people that I see everyday will be forgotten next year. My best friend is going to be an ocean away.

Everything changes so fast. I can't quite keep up with myself. I don't even feel stressed yet, because I haven't yet realized how close these exams are. It hasn't sunken in.

I arranged to have my belongings stored over the summer. It's silly to move my snowboard and blankets and computer around so much. I'll feel lost without my computer. It's my safety blanket.

I'll feel lost in a new city, with no one near by. A different place altogether. A different coast of the world. I did always say that I should have gone to college in California, just to get used to being far from home. But now I get the chance. The most time I've spent out of NY since I can remember.

I'm sure that the summer will be great. I've never missed a good time, given the chance. I'll change though, and when I get back, I probably will not recognize the girl who's sitting here, slightly nervous.



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