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these days i seem to think about how all the changes came about my way
My presentation went well, and the write-up is not due until the Tuesday after spring break because my group pointed out the utter unfairness of her original plan. Also she really liked our presentation, and was likely inclined to be lenient.
My two group members are genuinely nice people. Interacting with them made me really happy, especially since I'm so tired of living with Smithies and their pettiness, their self-absorption, their pretensions and affectations and other random shit. The worst offenders are also the hyper-social uber-visible ones, so I can't escape it, and I start thinking, and believing, the old line of "people suck."
The whole deal with the two people who do not deserved to be mentioned in my personal journal have really done more to my state of mind than I generally care to admit. Sure I can say, hey, it was a learning experience, from now on I'll be more careful who I trust, but since I've trusted maybe ten people in my entire life that's not a positive sort of learning experience.
I'm really afraid that I'll go home for spring break and never want to come back. I get now why all the seniors in past years have always had such crazed mania in their eyes when senior banquet rolls around; no one can really take it here for four full years. I know I certainly can't.
But I'm glad to be going home. I don't care how it makes me look to say this but I miss my mother. Going home always gets my head straight. My mom is taking two days off to spend extra time with me; we're going shopping for a *suit* for me and we're going to rent a lot of cheesy movies. I plan to knit, and read the biographies of Alexander Hamilton and Daniel Webster I picked up at the library yesterday. I never knew I enjoyed biographies, but apparently I do.
My two group members are genuinely nice people. Interacting with them made me really happy, especially since I'm so tired of living with Smithies and their pettiness, their self-absorption, their pretensions and affectations and other random shit. The worst offenders are also the hyper-social uber-visible ones, so I can't escape it, and I start thinking, and believing, the old line of "people suck."
The whole deal with the two people who do not deserved to be mentioned in my personal journal have really done more to my state of mind than I generally care to admit. Sure I can say, hey, it was a learning experience, from now on I'll be more careful who I trust, but since I've trusted maybe ten people in my entire life that's not a positive sort of learning experience.
I'm really afraid that I'll go home for spring break and never want to come back. I get now why all the seniors in past years have always had such crazed mania in their eyes when senior banquet rolls around; no one can really take it here for four full years. I know I certainly can't.
But I'm glad to be going home. I don't care how it makes me look to say this but I miss my mother. Going home always gets my head straight. My mom is taking two days off to spend extra time with me; we're going shopping for a *suit* for me and we're going to rent a lot of cheesy movies. I plan to knit, and read the biographies of Alexander Hamilton and Daniel Webster I picked up at the library yesterday. I never knew I enjoyed biographies, but apparently I do.
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