If I said that I spent the entire weekend at home, alternating between cleaning my room and a Soul Food/Sex and The City Season 5 marathon on InDemand, would you believe me? Well, you should, because that's exactly what I did. And damn, it actually felt good. I'd say I'd do it for good now, but I'm me, so I only liked to novelty of it all.
This week is looking hectic and the weekend, I'm off to marvel at how things have(n't) changed in the almost year since I left Middletown for good. I'm just hoping it doesn't turn into a stupid nostalgia fest. I did my walk and I'm done with the place, but I'm going back to watch P. Diddy and others take theirs. The only thing I miss about college is having my friends close by and living the same late night whacked out schedule that was like second nature for me. Okay...and some of the profs, though I felt like actual learning was few and far between. In general, I'm proud of coming out of there mostly unscathed, but I can't be bothered to keep up -- if only because the place has only continued becoming a repressive pile of shit in the past year. When I read some of the stories/opinions in the paper, I get really depressed and feel glad that I'm out.
I feel like I'll go there and won't even recognize the place -- or at least myself in the context of it. Life there seems like a million years ago sometimes. I'm in a different place on a lot of levels. Then again, maybe I'll surprise myself and slip back into school mode effortlessly. I suppose I'll have to wait and see.Posted by Candicissima at May 16, 2004 03:08 PM