Like, hooooooly crap, I’m leaving for college tomorrow. I mean, having attended the Academy for the past three years, it’s not like I’ve ever dreaded this moment of sudden independence. If anything, it’s the whole I’m-expected-to-act-like-an-adult-now gig that’s seriously throwing me off. Selena and I would always joke about this, and Raleigh’s always poked fun at how I’ll never be able to function like a legal adult in society but… JESUS CHRIST I FLY DOWN TOMORROW MORNING.
There’s still so much that I want to do here at home. There are places that I want to go to with Selena. There’s that near-instant Manhattan access that I’m going miss. Also, inb4 I get crap internet at college and I have to bid goodbye to playing League at 80 ping. There’s people that I still haven’t hung out with–actually one of them is down at Georgia Tech right now and witnessed Nicholas Selby’s EPIC freshman convocation firsthand
GOD, I WANT TO BE THAT PERSON–
Anyway, it’s college. I’m going to be surrounded a by bunch of fun people, a bunch of fun nerds, oodles and oodles of opportunities,
a shitload of shitty a capella groups, internships galore, shoddy beer… and I’m determined to actually have a good freshman year and not repeat the same mistakes that I made at the Academy.
For starters, I don’t have to take piano seriously anymore. Maybe I’ll pick up acting again! OR LEARN DIDGERIDOO. And it’s not like I have to waste my time with failing to court girls with my lovey-dovey-mushy-gushy-melt-my-heart relationship with Selener (god my oh we’re seeing Neutral Milk Hotel in two months. Expect a lot of gushing about that later.)
Also, if anything, my parents are going to have a much harder time threatening me now than they did back in my high school days. It’s like I’m actually growing up!
but dat 2011 doe:
“WHY DID YOU DO SO BAD ON YOUR MATH TEST. WE’RE COMING UP TO SCHOOL BEFORE YOU GO TO CLASS TOMORROW MORNING.”
“Mom, it’s a two hour drive and I have class at 8:30, so you’re going to have to leave before 7, and I know you’re not going to make that drive AND get back in time for whatever meetings you have at work.”
(i.e. when you’re a two hour PLANE ride from where I’m going to school, good luck trying to make me feel bad.)
But today’s my last day here, and today’s a day that I will rock, have fun, and bid farewell to Jersey for being Jersey. GET AT ME, ATLANTAAAAAAAAAAA.