Things, many many things have happened since March. April and May brought with them the short sweetness of spring, but the baking heat of summer has finally descended upon us. My senior recital is now just a memory of a wonderful performance and a great party afterwards. My first love is now concluded, and my last performance at PVA is, too. Love, what a funny thing. It tore me up, even drove me mad for several days there. I know that was tame though, because what I experienced wasn't that terrible. In fact, I was all torn up mostly because I was afraid to talk to the boy. Now I have my disappointment, but after telling him how I felt I have no regrets.
I am now officially a member of the Goucher College Class of 2014! I ended up choosing in the final week before the deadline, after visiting and falling in love with the campus, college, people. High school is now really coming to an end, and I'm torn between impatience for summer and nostalgia and sadness for losing my friends. I have really only cultivated friendships in school this semester, as the pressure and rigor of school has gradually let up. And now we'll all be leaving. I feel that I haven't and wont be able to spend the quality time with all of my amazing friends that I wish I could, but I suppose that is life. We'll go off to our futures, and leave the past behind.
Something I've been thinking about recently is expectations. Realistically, I don't think my college expectations are very realistic. In college, I am expecting:
- to find true love, or at least a boyfriend, right away
- to make a bunch of great friends
- to do fantastically well in all of my classes
- to have better habits
- to be a much cooler, more refined and sophisticated version of myself
- to be able to go by "Rose", my middle name
- to dislike my roommate
- to love my teachers
- to party with class
We'll see how this pans out, but I'm sure that in six months I'll be striking through several of these, and adding several more.
I'm off now to work on my screenplay, which I would be filming this summer in fantasyland. Realistically, I'll probably never finish the script.
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