I have been taking a year off from school because I got really ill at college and became a tumbleweed of misery rolling whichever way the wind blew. The first six months of my year off included exciting activities like sleeping for the majority of the day, watching every season of 30 Rock, and dyeing my hair different colors. The second part of my year off was spent more productively because I got an actual job, two internships, and finally started to take care of myself like a normal person and less like a gremlin.
Because I was on medical leave, I had to re-apply to school and go through a re-admission process that can only be described as a bureaucratic nightmare. Eventually, the forces that be graciously allowed me to return so I can give them more mone- I mean, so I can get an education. Of course, it’s not that easy. Even though it’s my last semester and I’m done with my major, I don’t have enough credits to technically graduate… so this summer I will be taking more courses at home to get that damn degree.
I call my school a lesbian cult because it’s an all-girls private school. It’s tiny with only around 1500 girls (all the better for its cult-like atmosphere). Now, let’s be real, not everyone there is a lesbian… but pretty much, y’all. If you walk around, it’s not uncommon to see people naked save for a gay rights flag wrapped around their flesh.
I am excited to go back but weary of things that have become unfamiliar to me such as:
1) Homework: what is it exactly?
2) Deadlines: wait, things have to be done by a certain time?
3) Time management: wait, things have to be done by a certain time?
4) People my age: where did all these young-ish people come from and why are they all around? I MISS WRINKLES.
5) No pets: how am I going to live without my cat, Rambo? I’m freaking out right MEOW!
Don’t leave me!
6) Dining halls: barf.
Me, at the prospect of eating dining hall food. Also, I was an ugly freshman.
7) Snow: nooooooooooo. I feel so cold already.
8) Public transportation: I don’t remember how to use any of the trains or buses. Not even joking.
How I feel about using public transportation and giving up my car. Also, me un-ironically wearing a romper!!!
9) Reading: wait, books? Not blogs? WHAT.
Do I look like I read books? Exactly.
10) Professors: I know I will probably call them “Mom” or “Dad” at least once out of habit.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT MY MOM?!!!!
11) Dorms: why are there so many young people here? Is this a cult… oh wait, yes, yes it is.
How I feel about dorm-living.
12) Essays: I have to write about what the professor wants me to write about and not whatever I please? This is the winter of my discontent.
You want me to write about… WHAT?
And, for now, that’s it. Although, there is plenty of time between now and January when I head back to obsessively think about the things I am unprepared for, hurrah!
P.S. How funny would it be if it was actually my dad who posted this one?
P.P.S. Apparently, I really enjoy not wearing make-up for any and all pictures. This is what I look like without make-up, you guys. I’m sooooooo good-looking I can barely stand it.
P.P.P.S. It’s a little disconcerting that this is .0001 percent of the embarrassing photos I have saved on my computer. This is just the tip of the attractive-fail iceberg, baby.