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| It's ridiculously weird to think that I've finished my freshman year of college, and that for three months I will not walk through the Yard every day, see most of my college friends, or be expected to write papers or do reading. I've decided to take up a bunch of hobbies in addition to working: I'm going to scrapbook, relearn violin, become a better cook, and read lots and lots of good books. Also, I think I might be going to South Africa with my dad and his girlfriend in August.
Moving out was probably one of the most, if not the most, stressful experience of my entire life. I think I spent a total of three and a half days packing, taking boxes to storage, donating things I didn't want to Habitat, throwing shit out, and shipping stuff. But it's done now and I won't have to worry about it for another year. Move-in is going to rock: we'll get to see our new room in Mather, and since we won't be freshmen we'll have all of Freshman Week, assuming we spend it in Boston, to talk, drink, and get the room ready.
After I got home last night we went to Biaggi's for dinner, where we saw the Sladeks. Apparently the class of '05 had their graduation last night. It made me think about how yesterday, the day that I flew home, was exactly a year after graduation - now I can hardly believe that I ever went to high school
This morning - and this seems to happen to me every single time I come home/go back to school - I was thinking as I was waking up, "Oh, this is the last time I'll ever wake up in Canaday," and then when I opened my eyes of course I was already back home. | | |
| All the cold, rainy weather of the past few days has just made me want to build a fire in my nonexistent fireplace, curl up in my blankets, and read a good book. Packing and going home for the summer was not made for weather like this. It should be sunny and warm and give us that weird springy fever, the feeling I always had at this time in past years when all I wanted to do was get in my car and drive somewhere. Instead, I just want to enjoy the comfort of my room and never leave it, least of all with everything in anonymous cardboard boxes to be packed into Dunster House squash courts one and three and two huge suitcases I'll bring home.
Oh, well. I have my Gothic final on Thursday; followed by Finale with Jeremy, whose parents got him a gift certificate to congratulate him on finishing the year; mad packing, roommate dinner at Annenberg, trip to Cheesecake factory, and late-night drunkenness on Friday; cab to the airport with Alyssa and Seth and my flight on Saturday, when I will be home in time for dinner.
It's weird to think that in 72 hours, my room will look exactly the same as it did at the beginning of the year, and summer school students and '09-ers will live here and never even have a sense that it was mine. I never thought about the people who lived here before except for a brief glance over the dorm history sheet in September to see if there was anyone famous on it (there wasn't). I wonder who's living in our house in New Jersey now. No matter who it is, they'll never know how I named all the bedrooms after parts of the Magic Kingdom in Disney World - Adventureland, Fantasyland, etc - or how I practiced ballet steps on the wood floors that my parents found when they tore up the living room carpet. I think we might have driven to look at it when I was still a child and we had gone to visit New York, that we had pulled the car over a moment and examined how the shutters had been painted green, but I might have imagined that. Doubtless some Russian family is living in our apartment in Moscow. It's just strange that the impact we make on a place is so utterly revocable.
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| My dad's in New York for a few days visiting my grandmother and getting some of her papers sorted out, so I went down just for the day yesterday to hang out with both of them. It all went fine, but I got all emo again on the train, thinking about how good this year has been and how much I've grown and how I really don't want it to be over because I know that I'll forget it much too quickly. As the train was leaving Manhattan I looked back at the sun setting behind the skyline and thought, "God, anyone who looks at that will never let any other city capture their heart," but then I remembered how much I like living here, how Cambridge and Harvard have really become my home. And then when I was going to sleep I looked up at my absurdly high ceiling and thought about how small it always makes me feel when I'm in bed, and I didn't want to only have 14 more nights of sleeping under it. I'm going to miss everyone so much, too.
Much as I'm looking forward to seeing everyone from home again and never having any homework, I don't want May 28th to come. This is going to be sad. | | |
| I'm blogging waaay too often, so I must have a final to study for...
It's scary how accurate a quiz like this can be, especially since all the questions had to do with animals (what my favorite kinds were, etc.)
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to good manners and elegance. |
In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. |
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage. |
In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered. |
I also took the "How Normal Are You?" quiz and found out that, apparently, I am only 25% normal. | | |
| Favorite things of the day:
1) Aliza's half-birthday sushi brunch. Even though we had to take the T, the trip to Porter Square was worth it. Also, I bought these little mochi things - really thin pastry filled with ice cream and powdered - at the Asian market there. Sooooo good.
2) Our Tunes. It's still, in my mind, pretty much the best invention ever. Also an incredible new way to waste time while simultaneously filling my music collection with embarrassing songs I would never actually pay money for but am completely willing to download.
3) My new Red Sox hat. It's green and really adorable, and Jean, Aliza, and Giselle all bought them too. Then we wore them back to Harvard and looked like a bunch of tourists, so we decided to continue the trend by taking a corny picture in front of the John Harvard statue. Now I feel like a real Bostonian...or Cantabrigian...whatever.
4) Not doing any schoolwork all day although I really need to catch up on reading before doing my take-home final for my Joyce class on Wednesday. I am such a slacker. But really, I mean, it's Reading Period. It's all good. | | |
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