I’m writing from a computer in BCC. It’s pretty awesome. I’ve finished my second class and I’m about to go into Comm 1 with Daniel Gierling and another friend. The funny thing is, the actual classes aren’t long or hard…it’s when I get home and look at everything that I’m going to scream. Sweetness.
So yeah, today’s a college day. I’m a college kid! (isn’t that a Relient K song?) A little early, a bit easy, quite irresponsible, but altogether crazy, hard, and cool. Biology is somewhat easier, because I already know a lot of the content from two years ago, but the communications class is a bugger, and the ecology is gonna be tough. My ecology teacher is crazy. The kind of crazy that makes you giggle, and then look worried. But both Gierling boys are in it with me, so we get to laugh about it afterwards. Pretty neat.
Well, something I wanted to say…Oh, right. After several years of dreading college, hoping that “maybe I’ll just join the workforce at eighteen” (yeah right…if your dad’s smart, he’ll beat you senseless until you give in) I’m actually taking courses at a local college fifteen minutes away. Scary. But that’s life, I guess. Well, what to make of it? I’m involved in an activity that I would normally consider an adult thing to do…wait…am I an adult? Have I finally hit that stage? Pshaw. Sometimes I feel like a 5-year-old, and others like an 80-year-old…probably neither is right, and both are due to that special teenage feeling called “Everybody’s-looking-at-me-and-I-feel-like-the-center-of-the-universe” syndrome. (it’s called something else, I think, but I can’t remember the word.) So I have to make the best of this, and remember that I’m still growing up and won’t stop until I’m about ninety or so. Keep pluggin’ along, peoples. See ya around.
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