School's out! Huzzah. The last day of classes of my first year of university were today, and three weeks from today I will be home for the summer. It's reassuring and scary, all at the same time. I'm not sure what I've learned from this year. It's taught me that I can succeed at a university level if I apply myself and if I write every essay the night before it's due. (Say what you will--the lowest mark I've gotten on a paper this year is an A-) It's taught me that I am really, really afraid of people and meeting them and talking to them. It's made me anxious to get through the next 4 years and get into a classroom to teach. It's made me strong, I think. I don't know yet if I could call this year successful. I haven't really grown as a person at all. If anything, I've regressed socially. To be more precise, if I have grown this year, but it isn't because of school.
I got an 82 on my Stalin essay. I lost marks for not capitalizing the R in revolution because apparently the Stalin Revolution is officially recognized as a revolution or some such crap.
I had lots to say, but I've forgotten most of it. I would like Keith or Rodger to win on Survivor. They both seem like genuinely sweet people.
I have to put a portfolio of 5 poems and 2 short stories together for my creative writing course next year...yikes. I have no idea what to put in at all. any suggestions? I know andy and holly are familiar with some of my stuff...I think the problem is I haven't written anything emotional significant (hell, or anything good) in over a year.