Holy Guacamole

I'm becoming less certain what to write about as I get more enmeshed in the Harvard Summer School pseudo-community. Most of the amusing or exciting events that take place here wouldn't really seem all that interesting to those outside of it. Like how Straus (my dorm) is winning the Trivia Bowl with two teams in the semifinals. Or how people are starting to resignedly start mucking about with final papers. Or how other people continue to pointedly ignore final papers. Not even the fact that a bunch of my dorm-mates ran off to a Rocky Horror showing dressed in some lingerie that wasn't appropriate for their gender. All sorts of semi-interesting things.

I'm still hanging in here. There are only about 20 more days left until I come home. As soon as I return to Greensboro, normal school starts. Luckily, I have a one day break in between :P On the one hand, I'm feeling pretty homesick and want to go home really badly and see all of you guys. On the other hand, my own final papers are looming large. Additionally, going back home means that my wonderfully unrestrained enjoyment of free time is cut into tiny pieces by all the various activities and obligations I attend to. School, Karate, and my job all seem eager to take away what free time I hope to possess. At least I have good friends to keep me company.

I'm torn between whether I like staying at home for the summer or going to some place for a really long time. I suppose two months isn't much of sacrifice in the grand scheme of things, but it sure feels that way. Curse my marginal thinking. On the one hand, I really appreciate the ability to cut loose and free myself of all the various shackles that bind me to life at home. Summer just doesn't feel like summer if the only difference is no school. I guess some of you guys might feel differently, but I personally felt like my days were exactly the same when we got out of school, with the exception of a few less papers to keep me busy. What I really needed was a break in routine. This summer school business fit the bill in that regard ^_^

But there's nothing like home. Everyone I really care about is at home. Emily. My family. My friends. Sure, I've made some great friends here, but I know in the back of my mind that once summer school lets out, I'll rapidly lose touch with everyone and all that will remain of them will be memories. If I'm lucky, I'll still be talking to one or two on AIM in a few months time. But the chances are slim.

I've rambled long enough. Sorry for writing so much.

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