Well, stepping away from online classes (which I took almost exclusively during fall and winter quarter) was a good decision. I had a lot less free time, but I met some amazing people… and probably would have met many others if I wasn’t still adverse to starting conversations. This summer, I’ll hopefully be able to write down the stories (and… yes,
quite a few epic fails) that stuck in my mind. Anyhow… I took my last final a week ago, so here’s how my vacation is shaping up:
Day One: Thursday. I sit in my math classroom for about half an hour longer than necessary before getting up to hand in my test. When I do walk out, I expect to feel relief… joy… something other than a sense of sorrow and purposelessness. I wander the campus for a while with tears running down my face. I really need a life.
Day Two: Friday. I sleep in, and my parents are both out of the house, so I have the day to myself. I spend a few hours online and discover a website: Rate My Professors. I am shocked to discover that my math professor received the same overall rating (2.3) as a professor who was apparently horrible enough to warrant being called “a HUGE butt munch.” I wonder if ‘butt munch’ is really two words. It seems like it should only be one. I ponder this problem while eating leftover takeout in front of the cat.
Day Three: Saturday. My mom and I get up and go shopping. Less than an hour is spent pretending to be a rock star at Guitar Center. This is unacceptable.
Day Four: Sunday. Father’s Day. Most of the time was spent waiting for my father to wake up.
Day Five: Monday. Ordinarily, I would have gotten up at Holy God o’clock and gone to class. Today, I sleep in and then spend half an hour looking up instructions for drawing comics. Every so often, a bolt of lightning strikes my heart. Then I remember that class is over, and I’m not putting off anything important by spending some quality time with my eraser. Who even invented perspective, anyway?
Day Six: Tuesday. I awaken from a dream in which I actually talked to someone from my math class. They’re really nice. We have some common interests. I’ll probably never see them again, so I hit the snooze button. Then I get up and eat frozen waffles. Like, actual frozen waffles. Toasters are for people with work ethics.
Day Seven: Wednesday. I decide to make a list of things I want to do this summer. Not on the list: Learn to drive. Get a job. Organize closet. On the list: Snuggle guinea pigs. Beat high scores on video games. Eat cake.
Day Eight: Today (looking at the clock, now yesterday). Guitar lesson. When I get back, I add a few things to my list. One of them: Catch up on blog.