Well, I guess this is it. I have one more class tomorrow, and this year will be officially over for me. Had you brought me here directly after September, when I started school, I would be rejoicing and excited to be with old friends once again. And, well, I am excited for that. However, leaving is going to be utterly bittersweet. So many memories have been made this year, and I’ve made so many friends. Hocking is not the hippy-driven school I expected it to be. I mean, sure, we do have our fair share of hippies, but they’re all really nice. I am no longer ashamed to call Hocking home.
Looking back to the beginning of the year, I laugh at how judgmental I was. I called the boys in our hall “frat boy wannabes.” Ha! I mean, yeah, some of them can be jerks sometimes, but they’re all my best friends now. It will be so incredibly weird to go from having about 20 hallway “brothers” to having no brothers and one older sister. These kids have really honestly become my family. And my roommate, my favorite “sister” of all, will no longer be a bed away. She’ll be miles and miles away, and she won’t be there at the end of the day when I need someone to vent to. No, no one will be there. It will be me and my family.
That is, though, not to say that I don’t love my family to death. In fact, lately, I’ve called my mom every day. Last night, we talked for about an hour and 15 minutes. It will be incredibly nice to come back to the conveniences of home: my own room, a bathroom shared with 2-4 people instead of 30+, MY MOM’S COOKING! Oh, how I anticipate the glory that is food not prepared in a microwave. I don’t even remember what that was like anymore. School, if nothing else, has made me more appreciative of all that my hardworking stay-at-home-mom mother does. I’ll no longer be responsible for doing my own laundry or buying groceries. Yes, living at home is convenient. But living in the dorms will be fun.
Briefly today, I had this horrible thought of, “What if my residents next year don’t like me?” It would be an understatement to say that I’m a little worried about how this new position will affect my life, but I’m hoping all for the best. What’s more, is that Dane and more prominently Jon are some of my best friends – if I have troubles, I have no problem with calling or going to one of them for assistance. I’ve been saying prayers that my hallway is as friendly as it was this year, but less rambunctious. That would be perfection.
I’m scared for the future, but I’m excited for what next year will bring. I’ll have my own room, more experience starting out, a CAR down here (thank you Mommy and Daddy, for the early graduation present) and Jon… What more do I need? Yes, the future looks bright. Now, if only I could finally score a summer job…
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I know what you mean, school went by sooo fast this year, that now i wish it would last longer.