are you kidding me?

So I'm home for the weekend. Which, nearly as soon as I left I was like "this is going to turn out to be a huge mistake." Not surprisingly, I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I've been regretting this decision since about 3pm yesterday. but now it's like "are you fucking kidding me? you're still pulling this shit?" I wish I was back at school. my roommate is still an inconsiderate bitch, but I know where I stand and I have some peace at least.

as soon as I get home normally, I make the obligatory family visits. I see my aunt and uncle and my grandma. it's just something that I have to do every time I come home. I was going to do it last night but my aunt said she wasn't feeling well, but said they were going to the zoo [today] and invited me along. of course I said yes and we planned to go around 10am. I suppose I was foolish for believing we would acually go around 10. but I had hopes when she texted me at 9:30 saying that they'll call me when they're ready to leave. so of course, I got up and showered and everything. and then I waited. and waited. and waited.

here we are 3 fucking hours later and not word one. I have no idea if they're just running late, if the decided they're not going, or if they just forgot they fucking invited me. I don't know what's fucking going on. but it's fucking rude. and this happens all the damn time. like come on. get your shit together and have some consideration for the people around you. make plans and fucking keep them. don't be 3 fucking hours late. or text or something and say "hey we're running late, we'll be ready at [insert approximate time here]" it ain't fucking difficult.

I'm so fucking done with this family it ain't even funny. as soon as I can, I'm fucking cutting ties. I don't even fucking care.

Just don't even fucking talk to me today.

here's a journal I had to write for one of my classes. it talks about why I fucking hate my roommate. It's not very concise. and it's pretty short and not very well organized. and it CERTAINLY doesn't list everything that is making me angry. cause I'm a ball of rage. but here we are.

My roommate is extremely bad at being a roommate. She’s inconsiderate and sometimes she's just straight up fucking rude. Like it literally seems like she thinks I don’t live here and every time I come into her eyesight, I’m intruding in HER home. Like no one matters but her.

            Like, I came into this roommate thing trying to be as considerate as possible. My nature lends me to that. Because I’m quite introverted and shy so I don’t really like being around people. but it almost seems like Gloria knows that and takes advantage of it. Her boyfriend has basically lived here all year and I feel like I can’t tell him to go away, even though his even being around makes me uncomfortable. And let me tell you, it seriously fucking suck to be uncomfortable in your own home. Like isn’t this supposed to be my sanctuary? Shouldn’t I at least be able to feel like I can leave my room? And it’s not like I’ve never brought this up to Gloria. I have. Several times. But all she says is that he’s not actually here that often. Except he is. He’s always fucking here except when they’re at school. She says he leaves late at night and comes back early morning. Like that’s supposed to be better.

            And she is in the living room all the time. So this weekend, while my sister and I have been here, she has been retreating into her room, which is great. Because for the first time all year, I’ve been able to spend some time in my own fucking living room on MY fucking furniture. And every fucking night she came out and told us to turn down the TV. Even though she is always up late watching TV loudly and talking loudly. Granted, I never ask her to quiet down, but that’s because I can deal with it. And when she takes my dirty dishes out of the dishwasher and runs it and then doesn’t put them back in after she does the dishes, I don’t say anything. Because that sounds like a small thing to nitpick. And on weekends when she gets up early and decides that she doesn’t have to be considerate of whether or not I’m still sleeping. 

          I know I’m not the best roommate. I do things that people don’t always understand. But I always try my best to be considerate about the people around me. and I’m allowing myself to be enraged about how I’m letting Gloria treat me. Because it’s certainly not her fault alone, and I understand that. But I just wish she would give me the same consideration I give her. Because, whether we like it or not, we have to live together for another month. And for the first time in my life, I’m not sure if I can handle it. I’ve always said I can live with anybody, cause I just don’t really give a fuck about anything. But I’ve never lived with anyone who so blatantly didn’t give a fuck about the people around them. I find it’s nearly impossible.

How did this happen?

For some reason, I always feel my most inspired at 3 in the morning. tonight is no different. as the quarter is winding into its last few weeks I find myself again astounded that the end of my schooling is in sight.

When I was in eighth grade, about to move into high school, I was very nearly angry that 12 years of schooling were required by the government. and now, here I am, after 12 forced years of school, and 4 extra volunteer years, almost finished. who would have thought back then that I would be the one to willingly go to further my education?
I know I've said that before, but no matter how many times I do it, looking back at my younger self, I can never believe that I got where I am today.
How did this happen?
Mere months until I graduate.
what is this?
All I can say is that there were people who helped me along the way.
You know who you are.



Thank you.

Graduation

Guys,
I'm almost graduated(!).
I just signed up (yesterday) for my last quarter of my undergrad life forever! you wanna know my classes? they're so good.

on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Voice for Non-Majors at 9:00am
I am going to have interviewing techniques and principles (with my favorite prof in the entire university) at 10:00am on Mondays through Thursdays. and then on Mondays and Wednesdays I have Intermediate Swimming at 1pm, Dance Fusion at 4pm, Lifeguard training at 6 and Ballroom Dance at 7pm and on Thursdays I have yoga at 7pm.which brings me to a whole 12 credits!

Basically, I'm taking a bunch of fitness and fun classes cause I'm done with both my major and minor and I still need a few credits to get to 180. I'm so excited to be swimming and singing again. And Ballroom! I can't wait to learn Ballroom! I've seriously wanted to take ballroom since I was a freshman, but other things kept getting in the way. same with yoga. but now I can!!

Everything is rainbows and kittens and the world is lovely.

Ta-ta
<3

I promised a preview

Here's a bit of the story I'm currently writing. It's definitely not going to be finished in time for Manastash. and it would be too long anyway. but I though you might like to read it anyway.

Danya

It was my birthday. The day that he was taken. My birthday. I was finally 18. Finally free to go out into the world by my own self. I wouldn’t have of course. Not without Mathew. But I was able to, if I so chose.

Mathew was my best friend. He had been ever since the nuns had their vision. Well, a bit after that really. They sent me to Kliq orphanage. That’s where I met him. When I first got there I thought he was a fine, patient person. I wasn’t easy to get along with in those days. I thought the nuns abandoned me, you see. But sister Atria had a vision. She saw my future, my destiny, at Kliq. I think she saw Mathew. Because one day, he couldn’t take it anymore. And he pushed me to the ground, as 8 year olds will when 5 year olds do something they don’t like. But that’s when I finally did something he did like. I got angry. I got really angry and I broke his nose. I started crying when I saw all the blood, but he just smiled.

“I knew you’d come around.” He’d said to me. He was the oldest 8 year old I’d ever met. And he never got any younger. By 10, he got interested in politics. He’d wanted to become a member of the council. I believed he could do it too. I still do if he was given half a chance. But orphans aren’t allowed to be elected to any position. Not because the people don’t think orphans wouldn’t make good decisions on the council. But because then the council members might lose a good chunk of their income.

There are laws in Rand, you see. New laws, and old laws. The old laws are unchangeable. Written in the foundations of this country. To change them would be to unravel the foundations of Rand itself. And in those old laws it set a budget for schooling and care of the people and especially of the orphans.

Now, no one knows quite how they did it, but the council members have put new laws into existence that lowers the amount of money that actually gets to the schools and orphanages. All that money goes to line the council member’s pockets. So Mathew gave up his dreams to go into the council. And took up dreams of stopping them instead. He formed connections. Friends in other orphanages. The downtrodden. And somehow among all that, Typhoon was founded. Devoted to washing clear the country of the council and corruption. And it was that group I found myself sheltered in, 10 years after our meeting. When Mathew finally turned 18.

As a voluntary orphan at Kliq, I was allowed to leave it if I ever found a better home. Mathew was placed there 3 years before I met him. His parents were fishers off the north coast. They and all the rest of his family died in a pirate raid. No one knows how little Mattie survived. He never even told me. The fact is that the council places children made orphans during war, pirate raids, or work related incidents. They’re supposed to place them in the least crowded home. But they don’t. Too many orphanages actually aren’t running anymore. They are on paper. But no children live in these places. Once the council places a child, they can’t leave until their 18^th birthday.

It’s not just children who are getting the short end of the stick either. Merchants are made to sell their wares for coppers. To the rich at least. The merchants of Rand make money where they can. And where they can’t . . . well. Let’s say the slave trade is flourishing.

So, this is where I found myself. As a 15 year old girl I moved into a burned out stone castle in the mountains. It took a lot of work from me and the boys, but we got the place livable again. Mathew and the others found it on some trip once. We’d gone into the mountains several times on trips with the orphanage. He’d never taken me to see the place though. I got some food growing and the boys brought me some livestock. They were wary of having me along at first, but Mathew talked them around. And as soon as they learned how lousy they all were at cooking, they were glad I’d come. So I’d grow the plants and take care of the livestock. When I needed them to, they harvested and slaughtered and gutted. And I cooked. And cleaned. And cleaned. It takes a lot of cleaning and washing and cooking to keep a group of boys in line. But I liked it. And the boys loved me. And we gained so many members. Men my age. older men. Some with sons. No women though. Women were too valuable as slaves.

For 3 years I’d been kept up in that castle in the mountains. For my safety. The cities are dangerous places for women. Especially young women. Mathew went out, of course. He recruited. He went on missions. Freed slaves. Stole from the rich, gave to the poor. All that. And he paid special attention to Kliq.

“Because that’s where I met you.”

On my 18^th birthday, I begged to go into town. I had no special connection to Kliq, but I missed the colorful market that the orphanage directors sometimes took us to. So I begged and I begged. It didn’t work. Finally I threatened. I would go with or without Mathew. I probably wouldn’t have. But I wanted him to agree. And he did. In hindsight, I wish he wouldn’t have.

I wore my best dress. Red with gold trim and pearl beading. It had been a gift from Mathew for my 16^th birthday after his first successful mission. I only wore it on special occasions. And it was a very special occasion. I had some gold with me. We needed some provisions at home. Plus, I had 3 years of spending money and I planned to use some of it on myself.

Truth to tell, I was hoping that Mathew had realized he loved me. or at least that I loved him. He took me all over the city and I gawped like a tourist. We went to the temples and the bridges and the monuments. We even stopped by a colorful Sarian ritual. It was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.

When we walked into the market, Mathew started acting jumpy. We had an agreement with the thieves in this town. They help feed the people here too. So we don’t hinder each other. So I knew he couldn’t be worrying about pickpockets. But I couldn’t figure it out. What could Mathew possibly be jumpy about? He was a big man. Very strong. Very tall. He was a man you wouldn’t want to mess with. And he was good at every kind of weapon. Even unarmed, he was deadly. Not that I knew first hand. He got jumpier as we walked past stall after stall. Eventually he stuck me in a small alleyway in between buildings.

“Do not move. Not an inch from this place. Do you understand? We’re being followed.” He whispered at me. His body was covering my view of the market, but I was also the one covered. I nodded at him and he kissed me on the forehead. Maybe he knew what was going to happen. He must have seen the slavers targeting him specifically. Because as soon as he stepped out of the alley, a group converged on him. He didn’t put up as much of a fight as maybe he should have. He didn’t put up much of a fight at all. I started crying as soon as I understood. Mathew had been taken.

I sat eventually and stopped crying. All I could do was stare dimly at the spot as a place inside me hardened. I would have to do something soon. I would have to act. But I needed to let every hurt out first, so I could concentrate. Many people passed my hiding place without noticing me. I’m not sure how you miss a girl in a bright red dress, but it happened. The thieves saw me at least. They recognized me too. The whole system knew I was not to be touched. So when they saw me in that alleyway, I knew they’d be calling someone from Typhoon to come and collect me quick. Before anyone official noticed me.

But I noticed someone too. That Sarian girl who ran the ritual. She passed by with two men, armed to the teeth. She walked with the confidence of a goddess even with those men (who looked like slavers) at her back.

“I must get him back. I must save him” I said to myself. I couldn’t be sure how much time had passed since the first thief had seen me, but it was likely that someone would be here any minute to collect me.

“Aye, lass. Tha’ yeh must.”

Rashati

I looked out toward the west, over the water, to where I knew, somewhere, my “homeland” lay. I had never been there, but that was unimportant. The other people here didn’t understand that I too was Randian by birth. All they saw was my Sarian heritage through my bright green eyes and dusty brown skin. But that was okay. I was Sarian.

My parents had emigrated from Saria 19 years ago. That was before the civil war started. Sweet peaceful Saria was taken under military control. At least, that’s the way my parents tell it. It’s true that there was a coup and a dictator now controls Saria, but it wasn’t as peaceful as my parents like to believe. We’re part of the Temple Keepers. The religious leaders. The highest caste in our country. Even here, we’re a very respected family. They never saw the bad in Saria.

There aren’t many Sarians who escaped before the war closed the boarders, but those who did come every week to my temple service, even though I’m not a full priestess. Even Randians come. They don’t really understand our religion, but they understand the basics of our goddess.

To become a full priestess, one must go on a pilgrimage to see all the ancient temples in Saria. My parents believe that one must make their own way there in their own time for the pilgrimage to have meaning. That’s why I’m on the docks today. Directly after this morning’s service I decided that it has to be today. I believe it to be a divine calling. So, still in my temple dress, I walked down to the docks.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a big man being forcibly taken onto a slave ship called the Rash Lionna. That meant the ruthless lion in Sardi. Meaning the Slavers were Sarian and probably dropping cargo at one of the big city ports there. I didn’t know how long they would stay in port or if they would agree to take me, but I had to try.

I went up to a man who looked to be the captain based upon the red armband he wore. Red is a leader’s color in Sarian culture.

“Good afternoon,” I said in the temple keeper’s dialect of Sardi. As the only daughter of a high priestess, I knew every dialect of Sardi, their cultural significance, and the laws and rules that members of each caste must follow as well as cultural and religious history and ceremonies of all sorts. Unfortunately, as a priestess in training, I was not allowed to learn the fighting arts. If these men no longer followed the goddess and the caste rules I would be in trouble. But they did. They all bowed to me.

“My lady,” the captain said. He was using an old fishmonger’s dialect. He must have been a fisher before the war broke out. “What brings you to these dangerous docks?”

“I must complete my pilgrimage to fulfill my duty and take my place as a high priestess. I need to go ‘home’,” I used the Sardi word for community and family to mean home. The temple keeper’s children are not normally brought up with their families. Sons go into the temple warrior legion; daughters go into the temple to study as priestesses, so the community and indeed every Sarian person was family. In the Temple Keeper’s dialect, family and community were synonymous with home and Saria. “I am asking to accompany you to Saria on your ship.

A request from a priestess is very difficult to deny, especially a high priestess- even one who has yet to complete a pilgrimage. And order is impossible to deny. I didn’t want to order these men if I did not have to. Better to allow them to agree.

“Of course, my lady.” The captain bowed again. “Do you need anything else? We’re set to leave in an hour’s time.”

“I just need to get my equipment from the temple-” before I could saw I would be back in time, the captain interrupted me.

“My men will accompany you. They will see you safely to and from the temple.” I bowed to him- a high honor to the man and his crew.

“My thanks, captain.”

The equipment I would use for my pilgrimage fit easily into saddle bags that one of the men slung over his shoulder. In them, I had a generous amount of money, some easily kept food, and the humble clothing required for the pilgrimage. I left a note for my Baba and Gigi to say that I left on my pilgrimage. I left my service habit in my room and donned the simple cotton dress- hardly more than a shift- that pilgrims wore. As the official start of my journey, I must wear it. In my hand I carried an ebony rod topped with the symbol of the goddess in gold. It was the only weapon I was allowed as a woman. And it wasn’t really a weapon. It was used in many religious ceremonies that I would be performing during my journey.

As I boarded the ship, I blessed the journey and the passengers as is custom and I carved a protective symbol on the masthead, a roaring lion. The symbol wasn’t custom but it felt necessary with the dangerous trip. The passage to Saria was dangerous in normal times, but during a war, it was doubly so.

The man who carried my saddle bags introduced himself as Urqar before asking me to follow him.

“It’s a rough journey, my lady. Best you stay in your quarters most of the time. If you wish to go to any part of the ship I will gladly accompany you.” He spoke with a northern dialect. A woodworker, then. I bet he’d fixed the entire ship many times over. I nodded my assent and he continued. “Tornin and me will be will your personal escorts and guard throughout the trip. It’s mostly Sarian workers here, but some’s so young they don’t understand the duties required to a lady of your status. And some here are Randian. All they see in you is a girl to be used, pardon my saying so.”

When we got to my quarters he set my bags down on the well-made cot and exited to stand just outside the door. I bowed deeply in thanks to him and he shut the door for me.

The ship soon departed and I knew I wouldn’t be needed for some time, so I settled in to “commune with the goddess”. Not literally, of course. Only fully fledged high priestesses can truly commune with the goddess. But it was practice.

Hours later I was woken by a knock on my door. Urqar opened the door at my allowance. He spoke in Randian now as crew members all do. “Dinner is ready, my lady, if you care for it. Some get sick out here in the waves.”

“Thank you, Urqar.” I said. I stood up, a little wobbly on the waves, but I soon got used to the rocking.

Over the month of the trip, I got to know all of the men. And many of the slaves. I was allowed to hold service in the cargo hold for the slaves as well as hold one for the crew members. Many of the slaves found comfort in the goddess of the land they were to be sold into and I started teaching them the slave dialect of Sardi.

There was one man in particular I remembered. He was the one they were dragging onto the ship when I first noticed it was Sarian. His name was Mathew.  He told me of his life. Of the Sarian pirate raid that killed his family and the council that sent him to Kliq orphanage. How he met Danya. And his life with her and Typhoon. And I resolved to buy him and get him back to Rand by any means necessary.

Just before we set in to port, I went to find the captain.

“Captain Karn,” I greeted him in Sardi with a bow. He bowed back and I continued. “I don’t mean to deplete your stock, but I require a guardian for my pilgrimage. I’m sure you understand.”

He didn’t look pleased, and didn’t answer.

“I’m quite willing to pay for him, you see.” He seemed a bit happier at that but a bit more confused.

“Pay? You aren’t wanting Urqar?” he asked.

“Oh no. I would never take a crew member. Not when every hand is needed on this ship.”

He bowed deeply to me. “Thank you my lady. Which one were you wanting then?” he escorted me down to the cargo hold and I pointed Mathew out. All the slaves were perked up. They didn’t understand really what was happening, as Sarian deals are all made in Sardi, but they always liked when I came to visit. “That one? Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll give you 200 gold for him.”

“Thank you my lady” he said in Randian and bowed as we completed our deal.

As we put in to port Urqar pulled Mathew up to my quarters.

“What’s going on, Rashati?” Mathew asked. Urqar cuffed Mathew across the head.

“Show some respect to your new mistress, boy!” Urqar spat.

“It’s quite alright Urqar.” I assured him. “He’s to be my guardian after all.”

Mathew looked confused.

“But my lady, it isn’t right. He isn’t Sarian. He’s not even a free man!”

“Urqar,” I said softly, “You know I couldn’t pick you.”

Urqar looked at me, nodded slowly and then bowed deeply. He left quickly after that. And Mathew just looked at me.

“So… mistress? I’m not real good with authority you know.” Mat was speaking in an urban slang from the slums of the capitol city. He probably thought I was Sarian through and through. Even though we had come to Saria from the same port. He wanted to confuse me. But I answered in the same slang.

“Don’t think you can douse me just cause I’m Sarian.” He just stared at me for a second.

“Okay,” he said finally, “I’m listening.”

“Not here.” I said quietly. “After we’re out of the city. Just stay with me and you won’t be killed… most likely.”

We got off the ship and immediately went to a weapons shop. I outfitted Mathew with all the weapons he could carry and use competently. Then I bought clothes for Mathew befitting a guardian of a high priestess. And finally I bought food and horses. And we were out of the city by nightfall.

Danya

I turned around, knife pulled at the sound of the voice. But it was just Gallen so I put my weapon back away. He’s one of the older men from Typhoon. He’s from the Norther moors so his accent is kind of affected. He lost his only son a few years ago, before he joined Typhoon. Gallen had been working really hard as a servant in a councilman’s house. But servants hardly get paid anything. And his son Benj was slowly starving to death. And in the end, there was nothing Gallen could do. Mathew found him soon after Benj passed. He was a broken man without his son. But Mathew brought him in and Gallen sort of adopted us, me and Mathew. After a while, Gallen started to come back to himself. He saw that our work was really helping the people. feeding the starving, just like Benj.

Gallen chuckled at me. “what are yeh worried about in here lass? The on’y ones what see yeh are the ones as look. And don’t nobody lookin here.”

I sighed. I was exasperated with his talk already. he could speak council perfect Randian, but he likes to annoy me so he doesn’t. that was when he noticed that something was actually wrong.

“What happened? Where’s Mathew?”

“They took him. Sarian Slavers. They’re probably gone by now.” Gallen looked shocked for about a second, before getting determined.

“Let’s go then. We need to get you-” I interrupted before he could say home.

“I’m not going home Gallen. We have to save Mathew.” It might be that Gallen knew how stubborn I could be when it came to Mathew. It may have been that he saw Benj in Mathew’s good heart. Or maybe it was something else. I don’t know. But I could see the argument crumple in his face.

“What do you mean to do then?”

“We go to Saria and buy him or take him back by force.”

“Okay. There are two problems with that. 1. We don’t have enough money. Not for passage to Saria. Not for purchasing of such an important slave. And 2. There are only the two of us on this. We can’t risk the rest of Typhoon. They have work they need to continue here.”

“Well what do you suggest?” as soon as I said that, I regretted it. There was a mischievous twinkle in the man’s eye.

“How’s your singing voice?”

A few hours later, I found myself decked in jewels. I was also in the middle of the council market. This area of the market housed the best wares of the best. The best pastries, cloth, fruit, shoes. You name it; the best of it was here. And only the council was allowed to purchase anything here. And there I was, about to put on the most embarrassing show. Virtually sell myself to the council to get Mathew back.

“I cannot believe you talked me into this.” I hissed at him. People were staring at me, thieves, merchants, and councilmen. I was not good with staring.

“It’s the best way lass.”

 As soon as I saw the first councilman, I started singing. It was a lullaby the nuns used to sing to me. It was sweet and sad. And lovely. So lovely. A whole pack of them gathered around to hear the song. But one looked more interested than the rest. Fortunately he also looked the richest. That could go one of two ways. He could spend every copper he gets to lavish himself. Or he could just make the most money out of the group of wolves surrounding me. I decided to take my chance and I focused the song on him. And he fell in love… as much as a councilman can.

We were married quickly. I wanted to waste no time. He was a putrid man. All oil and slime. I never even really bothered to learn his name. I didn’t need to. But he had more gold than anyone I’d ever seen. And I needed that gold. As soon as I could I put the charm on.

“Dearest,” I cringed inwardly while I said the term, “I require a slave.” I spoke the request as if nothing I said would ever be refused. Like I was the queen of Rand. And indeed it was like I was.

“Whatever for, my love?”

“Why, to protect me of course. While I’m out in the markets and visiting my friends.” I pouted prettily. He couldn’t resist.

“But dear, we have guards for that.” That was an argument against my idea that I had not thought about a did not have a response to. So instead, I thought of the only thing I could do. I started crying.

“My dear! My dear, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s my brother. My most beloved brother. I’m sorry for the deception. He was taken. I just found out. Slavers captured him. I am certain he is on his way to death in Saria. He is not meant for war!” I cried. I really put on the theatrics. I should have been a player.

He hugged me. The smell was horrifying. Like crushed dreams and decaying flesh.

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll get him back. You can take Gallen and a company. Go to Saria. Find your brother and bring him back. Don’t worry.”

I smirked at Gallen behind his back. He gave me a thumbs up. We would get Mathew back. And then I could kill my putrid “husband.”

Love Poem. . . Right?

If

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.


-- E.E. Cummings

Welcome to Senior Year(!)

I'm graduating this year. What?

Yeah. in 289 days. give or take.

It's not like I thought it would never happen. It's just that 4 years seems like a long time, but it turns out to not be. I feel like I've grown an incredible amount in these 4 short years and I feel like I can take on the world. That's such a strange feeling for me that I don't really know how to deal with it.

I started planning for graduation today. It seems a bit early to be planning for it, but it's one of the most important days of my life. I could graduate early too. I could. it seems strange that after all the drama and me hating school I could graduate a quarter early and am choosing not to. of my own volition.

We started classes earlier this week and I was pleasantly (and unpleasantly) surprised. The classes that I thought were going to be hard are going to be fairly easy, and the classes that I thought I was going to breeze through are going to be the most difficult. On the easy side are Asian-American literature and interpersonal communication.
Literature classes are generally all hard. they usually involve long reading and longer papers explaining how certain theories or types do or do not appear in said reading. this class involves short readings and shorter papers. and movies! we have 4 movies that are assigned.
If you know anything about me, you know that I don't speak very well or very often, so I assumed a class based on speaking to other people would be difficult. necessary, but difficult. but with no long papers to write or dense, boring chapters to read, I think it's actually going to turn out to be a good class. who knows, maybe I'll even make some friends. wouldn't that be something?
the ones that are going to be difficult are copy editing and nonverbal communication.
I actually knew copy editing would be difficult. it's online and involves a lot of readings and a lot of checking and double checking of work. it's probably not going to be hard so much as it will be time consuming. I'm quite looking forward to the challenge.
Nonverbal communications was a slap out of nowhere. I was assuming it would be a class of little discussion. maybe some group work. learning about expressions and how we express ourselves non-verbally. In reality, it is kind of like that. but add in dense textbook readings, a long research paper, and assignments where we have to creep on people and study their non-verbal communication. it doesn't sound super hard. but it's going to put me so far out of my comfort zone. hopefully I'll learn a lot too though. the really hard part is going to be our research paper. it needs to have research that we look up, like any other research paper, but it also requires our own research. AND it needs to be in APA. It'll probably end up being a breeze to write and I'm worrying about nothing.

In any case, I feel like this school year is going to fly by. this is also the year that I'm going to have some fun. Hollow, Ari and I all live fairly close, so we've promised to hang out this school year. have a day in Seattle of a weekend get-together thing. not to mention Hollow and I are going to be road tripping down to California for spring break. it's going to be my first ever real spring break thing. sort of. lol.

We're going to visit our Aunt Mary. she has work though. so during the week, we'll be staying at her house in Fort Bragg by ourselves. two college kids in a beach house by themselves. what could go wrong (just kidding Aunt Mary, I'm sure we will be absolutely fine and definitely won't break anything or cause any property damage). XD

I'm also going to be skipping two days of school(!) I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. but it just so happens that Aunt Mary is coming up to visit the weekend before thanksgiving. it would be totally pointless for me to go down for that weekend and then come back up to school for two days of school and then go back home for thanksgiving. so I'm skipping those days. I've reviewed my syllabi and I have enough free absences (ones that won't count against my grade) that I can take those days off without worrying. I've decided that if I have high enough grades, any pop quizzes that I might miss wouldn't affect my grade enough for me to worry about that either. I can hardly believe I'm going to do it.

For my graduation, my best friend is moving back from Iowa, so she and her boyfriend will be coming up and we're going to be having a sleep over. I'm planning on asking Hollow and Ari if they want to sleep over too. a massive sleep over before graduation. of course that involves manicures and pedicures the day before my graduation and setting up for the party.

I just wish I had more friends to invite. it would be so much fun with everyone.

Anyway. Maybe I'll update more as the year goes along. maybe I'll get too swept up in everything and only update again on graduation day. who knows.
until next time,
May your adventure be long and your journey be pleasant.
au revoir, mes amours.