Where the hell did this year go? It feels like I was just shopping for my king size sheets (I had a double as a singe first semester so I pushed the beds together) & text books. Now, I'm almost a senior. Crap. That word scares the hell out of me. It means joining the real world soon. It means being a college grad & living at home until I save enough money for my own place, it means having to figure out what the hell to do with myself.
I feel as though I've grown a lot this year. I've learned something important, this week actually, that I'm better with creative non-fiction than literate papers. This took me by surprised. I had always liked to write lit papers... until this week. & maybe it's just this week that has made me despise them & put them off for as long as possible, maybe it's because when I'm finished with them it'll bring me one step closer to being a senior. The funny thing is that in so many ways I wish I was a senior, it means leaving behind the petty college life that has become boring & at times annoying (let's face it there are only a certain number of times you can go to a house party or bar before it get's old... about a week after your 21st & it's boring).
But the year isn't over yet & I'm planning on making the best out of it- it's my last year before I actually have to start stressing out, although I tend to get stressed out anyway.