Alas, and as weird as it is to think this, it doesn't really matter now. I have gotten my diploma (not just the case for it) and my final report card of all A's. I'm incredibly proud I didn't let senioritis hurt me, and I seriously hope this work ethic I've had, and plan to maintain, will be noticeable to my college professors and, after that, future employers. As I think Gillian Michaels has said, "you don't get to finish the line and stop -- you keep going." (Yes, she would say this during an intense 20-minute workout, but that's neither here nor there.)
Now it's onto the next phase of my life: college.
I recently devoured the book The Disenchantments and it had me thinking about pursuing dreams and doing what you want to do versus what is expected. Without spoiling too much, the protagonist is planning a big trip to Europe instead of heading to a college and something about that really appealed to me. Why not spend time traveling to Amsterdam and experiencing another culture? It's a different kind of education, sure, as is just staying at a community college, or going to an in-state school. We choose different paths and we choose different ways to traverse them. Nothing's right, nothing's wrong.
As I begin to make my course selection for the fall and fill out my student employment application, I am becoming increasingly anxious. Most of my friends already know what dorm they'll be living in, who their roommate is, and will be attending Orientation in the next thirty days. I have none of that yet; the earliest of any it will be available in July, and it almost seems unfair, given I applied early decision and everything. But then again I am very lucky to be going where I'm going and to be overwhelmed by the number of interesting courses available to me. I can't think I regret my choice to move nearly 1,000 miles away from home because I don't, my future at the moment just feels less realized than the majority of my peers and I'm envious.
This past Thursday I attended a retirement party for my former middle school science teacher. She has had an incredible impact on my life and the lives of my brothers. We are forever grateful so I was glad I could express my gratitude by being there. Unsurprisingly, I was the only person under 18 in attendance and I didn't recognize most of the other attendees, or if I did, they were too many years my senior and thus I wasn't comfortable striking up conversation. I stayed near my brother most of the time, but did end up chatting up a particular parent who grew up in Duluth, Minnesota and was excited to hear I was headed to the Twin Cities for college. I mean, when I first said Macalester College I saw the glazed look in her eye, (the one most people get, frankly) yet after she asked "where's that?" and I answered St. Paul, she was eager to tell me about pastries and bike trails I should try. Then she suggested I should cross-country ski, and I hope it wasn't too obvious that I was thinking "yeah, right. Who do you think I am?"
Awkward small talk and other politicking aside, towards the end, speakers got up to say a few words about the guest of honor. Mrs. S's older son couldn't be there so he wrote a letter that someone else read aloud. And what he said was moving. He said he learned to invest in people from his mother and it has been his greatest asset in life.
I think I must agree. My investments into the friendships and relationships I have are what make my life so enjoyable, so prosperous. Without it, I'm not sure I would even be blogging or planning the summer adventures I am. It's an integral part of my success.
Speaking of friends, Aniesa gave me this awesomely arranged grad gift. It may be hard to see in the picture, but she gave me five gifts. Sunscreen was wrapped in a package labeled "for here," a scarf "for there," the oreos "for now," the pens "for later" and a picture frame with a collection of group pictures "forever." It was perfect and I absolutely love it!!
Yesterday morning my biffles (as I refer to them on occasion) and I tried to go bowling. I say tried because after driving thirty minutes to get there -- and Puja and I waiting about twenty to meet up with the others -- we learned it was closed to non-league bowlers. Whoops. Luckily right across the street was a delicious pizza buffet place. We satisfied our stomachs with numerous slices and the divine cinnamon rolls as we discussed having a movie marathon. I busted out my sharpie and borrowed a napkin for the impromptu list. Yes, number four on the list was entirely intentional, but then it put more pressure on us to come up with three others.
Afterwards we decided to go to Aniesa's house to go ahead and watch Tangled. If you can believe it, I had never seen that movie. I'm discounting the two days in Spanish class this spring where our teacher played it in Spanish...with Spanish subtitles while we were supposed to be working on other assignments. I thought it was a very cute movie even if I laughed during the more serious bits. I have issues, I'm told.
Okay, I think this post is long enough. I applaud you if you made it all the way to the end.
Oh, I almost forgot: Happy Father's Day!
I hope you are well.