“I don’t get many things right
the first time…
In fact, I am told that a lot.”
—Ben Folds, “The
And so it begins. The second semester. A
second chance to make the first year of college incredible and
unforgettable. A second chance to make new friends, improve some
grades and learn a few things. I’m going to class this semester.
I have so far, and I’ve enjoyed it really. I think I missed
out on a lot of interesting information last semester with all
of the skipping I did.
I have a bunch of goals for this semester.
First and foremost, Roommate and I have decided to make the very
most of living in
Austin. We’ve got a list that extends most of the way down
our wall of things that we need to do before the end of the semester.
We’re going to do a lot more exploring in the city and in
the hills. We’re going to try new things. We’re going
to view as much live music as possible. This would be much easier
if we were 21.
Goal number two, better grades. Sure, my
grades last semester were fine. But had I made those kinds of grades
school I would
have been mortified. So I’m going to class and doing some
out-of-class reading. Really it makes the days go by much more
quickly. It’s a win-win situation I suppose.
Goal number three,
come to a better appreciation of the people around me. I spent
the first semester missing my “old” friends.
This semester I’m going to work on having a good time with
my “new” friends. This goal is being helped along by
the fact that I have classes with people that I already know. I
can’t tell you how much more pleasant this makes my life.
number four, convince my parents to let me live in an apartment
And the list goes on.
It’s nice to start
things fresh. It’s nice to come
back to school and have class with an entirely new set of people.
It’s nice that everything has started over. There are no
projects left over from last semester hanging over my head. I didn’t
have to return to the teachers that I didn’t like from last
semester. There aren’t many situations in life where you
get to start all over again.
Oh yeah, as for the break, in case
you were wondering…it
was absolutely wonderful and amazing. All of my friends are still
the same. Some of them have more facial hair. Some of them have
new highlights. Some of them look like walking advertisements for
their sororities. Some of them have a bit more direction these
days. But they’re still my same old friends. And it was wonderful
to get to spend time with them again.
I got to go to the Sugar Bowl
over the holiday. Geaux Tigers! What an excellent football game.
National Champs…It makes me proud
to be a Louisianan.
And as promised, here’s my Mark update.
Long distance relationships are hard…but they’re doable.
We talk a lot more than we would if we were in the same city. You
know, when you’re
with someone, silence can be perfectly comfortable. Just being
with one another is enough. You don’t need words. But when
you’re seven hours apart, words are necessary. So we talk.
We talk all the time about all kinds of things. And the whole seven
hours apart thing…well, it ensures that every moment spent
together is cherished as it should be. So, we’re still doing
the long distance thing. It’s still working out just fine.
And I still miss him like crazy.
It was kind of awful to leave my
friends after six glorious weeks with them. My very best friend
in the whole world called me numerous
times during my first few days back, though, and that helped more
than words can say. Thank you, Shellie. Come visit me soon!
that’s about it. I’m excited to see what the spring
holds in store. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be lovely.
Spring is, after all, the very best time of year.
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