I'm finally done with class! My only final went alright. I didn't fail, but I probably didn't get a 100%. Thats ok though. I prefer to be in the middle. But just because I am done with class, it doesn't exactly mean that I am done with school. I still have a ton more to get done before I get on that plane Monday. We are talking:
taking pictures of my new DJ from Gwen and getting a name for the insistent DJ lady.
Finishing packing.
Sending boxes home.
Fighting the size of trunkbins to get all of my crap stored for the summer.
Dealing with the crazy hubbub that is Graduation.
Serving at Yellow and White dinner.
Capping three of my favorite seniors.
Attending award ceremonies.
Attempting to get everything done.
Getting everything back into pristine condition.
Finding my shoes
Storing my electronics.
Trying not to kill my best friends.
Fighting crime
Wreaking havoc
Saying goodbye.
Its going to be a tough three days...I hope I can survive it. On a lighter note, I will finally get to meet all of my friends parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and dogs. The dogs part I'm not really thrilled about. Makes me miss Max..
Virginia and I already planning all of the things we are going to do next year when I have a car with me. Weekend trips to OK and the lake, movies in KC, finally seeing St. Louis, and maybe a trip to Hally's Cabin to spend time with her.
The end of this year means it is time to start looking at colleges. That means trips to U of O, and another look at U of I. Its going to be hard for me to graduate next year...no where else is Cottey. But maybe I will choose Sweet Briar in Virginia. Be close to Aunt Sam, and the University of Virginia, but still be at an all womens college... might be cool!
Speaking of graduation, I am so sad that my sister is no longer going to be in school. I'm glad that she is moving to Denver though. I may just "get stuck" in Denver more often. So I can see her pretty face :). I am wishing I had spent more time in Moscow with her though. She will never be so close to me geographically again. I hate growing up.
While I'm on the subject of growing up, Virginia and I started discussing what I should become when I grow up (not that it will ever happen). We decided I was going to be a highschool teacher who coaches the dance team. Sounds quality to me! Free summers, great dental, and teenagers...ok so maybe the high school drama isn't the best part of the deal, but whatevs!
All in all I have had a great freshman year of college. I'm so proud of myself. I did really well in my classes, I made alot of friends, and I made a bond with two girls that will never break. I had a bad roommate, and a great roommate, I was on a team, I created a second family, I ate alot of great food, gained the Cottey Twenty, became a president, aced two interviews, performed in front of the entire school, and rocked out finals week. Cottey is a perfect fit for me, and I am SOOOOOO glad i came. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I had never met V and Gwen, never had Rachel as my roommate, never delt with Emily, never taken Dr. Jones' biology, Dr. Stubblefield's english, or Dr. Teitz's psychology. My life would be completely different somewhere else. Yet I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I know that much.
