Immersion

I'm leaving for school in 4 hours. Let that one sink in.

I hate this feeling. Do other people (non-BJU/PCC people) enjoy a new semester? When I drive back through those black gates, it's immediate immersion. Drowning. I can feel the fear. I admit, there are several reasons I'm going to bawl like a baby on graduation day. However, there are a multitude of reasons I'll be rejoicing. Going back reminds me more of the bad things than the good ones. Nervous because 115 days is plenty of time to do something stupid and find myself on the outside of the gates--involuntarily.

I will graduate.

Doldrums

For some reason, I've never been huge into blogging before. I had a xanga, but I mostly used it to post random lyrics I decided I liked. Lately I've been intrigued by blogs. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of the sudden overwhelming sense that I'm about to leave all known amenities and just might be alone with nothing but my poor computer with which to discuss my rambling thoughts. I mean, my roommates might not listen to me, but at least they are human beings, and my brain is comforted that I am not babbling aimlessly. This blogging method of communication placates me temporarily because I can tell myself that people will read what I write and that it won't be wasted.

Plus I'm at work, and I'm bored.