First-Year Student Journals : Robert : Journal 6

3 January 2003

There's much to be said for the winter break. I don't know if I could have handled another semester without it. Finals and whatnot left me entirely drained. The holiday season means a little more to me than it does to others. I have my birthday, then one week, then Judeo-Christian/non-Judeo-Christian winter holiday, then New Years.

The birthday was good. I had a little get-together with old friends from high school. The biggest surprise of the entire event was that my teenage years are startlingly close to being over. It seems weird that in less than 365 days I will be in my twenties. The winter holiday just seemed to put that feeling more firmly in my consciousness than before. New Years was fun. I had good times with fireworks and the Wendel family.

It is now the second day of 2003, and I'm going to be embarking on a ski trip tomorrow. More fun is sure to follow. As soon as that is over I will be immediately packing everything back up and trudging respectfully back to the dorm, starting a new semester almost at that instant.

More important, I've had some cool and/or interesting escapades over the break. I found an Adidas shirt from 1975 in great condition for 99 cents at a thrift store. I also have done much for my own education outside of school, finishing “Breakfast of Champions” and “Atlas Shrugged”; I've started, but have yet to finish “Walden,” and am still in the midst of “Faust.” My point of personal pride from over the break is the fact I read “Atlas Shrugged” in five days.

I have not yet learned to tailor, which was my only other goal for the break, but I have plenty of time in which to learn that particular skill. I envision a day when my wardrobe is cut exactly for my figure and tastes, by my own hand. It's not too far off, but it could be better.

I appreciate the e-mail messages I've received over the break. I definitely enjoy the contact with people in my same situation or those who potentially could be in my same situation next year. The content isn't quite the same as what I've received formerly, but that is neither complaint nor compliment. Keep them coming; speak your piece.

I've no more to say. I'm going back to reading some more Vonnegut and waiting for a phone call.



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	3 January 2003 There's much to be said for the winter break. I don't know if I could have handled another semester without it. Finals and whatnot left me entirely drained. The holiday season means a little more to me than it does to others. I have my birthday, then one week, then Judeo-Christian/non-Judeo-Christian winter holiday, then New Years. The birthday was good. I had a little get-together with old friends from high school. The biggest surprise of the entire event was that my teenage years are startlingly close to being over. It seems weird that in less than 365 days I will be in my twenties. The winter holiday just seemed to put that feeling more firmly in my consciousness than before. New Years was fun. I had good times with fireworks and the Wendel family. It is now the second day of 2003, and I'm going to be embarking on a ski trip tomorrow. More fun is sure to follow. As soon as that is over I will be immediately packing everything back up and trudging respectfully back to the dorm, starting a new semester almost at that instant. More important, I've had some cool and/or interesting escapades over the break. I found an Adidas shirt from 1975 in great condition for 99 cents at a thrift store. I also have done much for my own education outside of school, finishing “Breakfast of Champions” and “Atlas Shrugged”; I've started, but have yet to finish “Walden,” and am still in the midst of “Faust.” My point of personal pride from over the break is the fact I read “Atlas Shrugged” in five days. I have not yet learned to tailor, which was my only other goal for the break, but I have plenty of time in which to learn that particular skill. I envision a day when my wardrobe is cut exactly for my figure and tastes, by my own hand. It's not too far off, but it could be better. I appreciate the e-mail messages I've received over the break. I definitely enjoy the contact with people in my same situation or those who potentially could be in my same situation next year. The content isn't quite the same as what I've received formerly, but that is neither complaint nor compliment. Keep them coming; speak your piece. I've no more to say. I'm going back to reading some more Vonnegut and waiting for a phone call.