Day 59.

Done. I am finally done with my freshman year of college. How does it feel? I dunno. Weird, it feels really strange that something I have been working for--college-- for the past 13yrs is already partly over. The idea of having to adjust to a different lifestyle other than the one I live at school is also quite strange. No more Emerson with all its convenience and quickness, but I'll have a lot healthier food and a lot more dishes. I will not have another paper to write for threeish months though I will be working my butt off like never before. I know that last summer I was so busy I couldn't wait for school to start and during school I couldn't wait for summer to start so I could relax. Now by some strange happening directed by something other than myself, I have another slammed pack summer in front of me. I'm so excited though. I always think I like relaxing, and I do, but after a week of doing nothing I start itching to do something. The itch is so powerful that I am not satisfied until I have more things to do than I have time. I'm not quite sure why. Although I only turned my last paper in a few hours ago, I'm itching to be busy again though I'm going to take the time to rest so I don't kill myself. I think having everything but a few clothes and dishes packed in my dorm, and having all three of my suitemates move out has made me want to be out as well. Strangely, I don't want to leave. I know where I am: purgatory. I know I have to leave and I'm ready to, but I can't go yet. This no-man's-land is really awkward....I can lie in bed all day and read and not feel guilty because I should be studying... what a strange, yet exhilarating thought. Happy Purgatory!