It’s pouring outside. I’m listening to it as I sit on my bed.
My REAL bed.
That’s right, my dear readers, this young “adventurer” has made it back home safe and sound after a year of perilous exams and papers, daring escapades into Worcester, and bold interactions with Kimball Dining Services.
Oh yes, I have survived and dragged you all along with me!
As the rain is battling it out with Lady Gaga for my attention (it’s what happens to be playing on the radio right now…I shall hold my head in embarrassment at a later time) I will tell you the story of how I happened to get here.
It was horrendous actually. Yesterday, after finishing my Organic exam, it occurred to me that I still had my poetry paper due. I went back to my room to finish it up…and ended up falling asleep for a couple hours. The problem with the paper was not so much that I didn’t want to do it, for I have discovered a secret passion for poetry I never knew existed (I bookmarked poets.org for my own amusement), but that I didn’t know what to say. It was one of those things where you want to say something completely epic and mind blowing…and you come up with nothing.
I worked on it, and submitted the final copy ten minutes before my parents came to pick me up. I don’t consider it up to par, but we’ll see what happens. As it turns out, I hadn’t packed because I was working on my essay, so that involved another few hours running back and forth between my room and the car as bag by bag filled up. I never knew I had so much stuff! There was hardly any room in the car at all as we drove back. All of it is sitting on my bedroom floor with no where to go!
On that note, the mess in my room beckons. I hope you all have a good summer, and if you happen to be coming to the Hill next year and see me traversing along, say hello. And if you happen to be lost feel free to approach me—I’m sure I can point you to someone who knows where they’re going.
Thank you for reading!