Today I finished my second year of college. I am done working and all moved out of the dorms. It is sort of sad to think that I won’t be living in them ever again, and yet it is happy. Sure, they aren’t the best living situations, but I have some fond memories of my two years. If it weren’t for the dorms (res halls to be politically correct), I most likely wouldn’t have the friends that I do. I won’t miss the drunk people in the middle of the night, the false fire alarms, or the excessive noise. I’m sure I will miss being able to just walk down the hall and talk to anyone though. I am excited to move into the apartment though. I will be able to have my own room, arrange it how I want, and be able to spread everything out more. I need to call the phone company sometime this week to set up the phone. Abby (current resident) was supposed to call and cancel the phone, but I don’t think she has yet. Hopefully that will be done today. There is so much work to do yet before moving in and getting all settled. Robert rjrbytes is taking me home this weekend so I can get my bike and some furniture up here this weekend. I’ll be going home again next weekend for the final big move. Since Liz isn’t up here this summer, I’m afraid I’m going to get lonely in the apartment. I might end up spending lots of time in Hammond, if you know what I mean. But it will be good for me to live on my own a little bit. I need that freedom and experience.
This school year was an interesting one. I celebrated being in remission for 2 years, diagnosis three years ago, my brother going off to war, a friend died, the beginning of a new relationship, and getting an apartment. I had some classes that I could have lived without, but some were great. I learned a lot in the class and about myself. Those are the ones that I love. They stick with me forever. As of right now, I don’t know what I’m going to be doing for a job next year. I figure I will still work at textbook services, but I’ll need something in addition to that. Char’s would work, but I need more than what they were paying me at the end of this year. I’ll have to talk to Mary sometime next week to figure it out. I wouldn’t mind being student manager, if they paid me well enough for it. I’m not being a manager for only $6 per hour. I’m sorry, but I think my time is more valuable than that.
I still have lots to say since I haven’t written for so long, but I need to see if Robert is in his office yet so I can figure out what I’m doing this afternoon. Write more later.