I really have to work on writing more often than once a month. Too much is happening to miss all this.
Anyway. Life always gets in the way of writing about life. It's annoying, but necessary, I suppose. Since I wrote last, lots of crazy things have happened. Spring weekend, for starters. I can't believe they convinced me to be on that team. It was a blast, but it really killed to have those practices every day, busting my way through hours of ridiculous dancing, all for a fourth place finish. Someday, I'll be over that. Got to know the guys a lot better, oddly enough. The Meehl twins were so great to hang out with...they easily had the most fun of anyone. Found out I'm really good at rolling an egg with my face, and that Neugums is deathly allergic to such a sport.
And oh, the spring cold that I got for all my stress and sleep depravation. The bane of my existence right through to graduation week. Though, I guess stress-induced fasting and sleep loss will do that to a person. That was a pretty helpless week of worrying, cramming, planning, embarrassing, and crawling my way through life. I'm not sorry it's all over, but it was still a crazy ride.
Then graduation came. It really hasn't hit me yet that I walked across that stage, and that all my hard work has paid off. I have an undergraduate degree. I don't think I've actually said those words out loud yet. It's still too early to think about. It was never about this degree, anyway. College was just a given, for me. This is what you do after high school, and you excel. That's just what you do. Didn't have too much to question there.
Well, guess it worked. I am still getting "I'M GOING TO CREIGHTON!!" realizations in waves, and it's kind of nice. Tempered by the fact that I don't have an apt. or a job, but that can be fixed. This school is going to have an impact on the rest of my LIFE. Forget the 3 to 1 ratio (as if my friends would let me), my career is going to go places because of whatever it was that got me into that school.
It's great to enjoy it all a little, which is a big change for me. That's been the theme of the massive growing pains I went through this semester. I look back on what I was when I got to Concordia, and I hardly recognize him now. Do I like the new me? Partly. Life moved too fast to really get a handle on it, but I'm learning as I go, and that's all I can do.
Here's to an awesome four years.
