I did it! I am done with school. Freshman year did not kill me. I have basically a thousand and one things to say so I’m sort of just going to spit them out into a tornado of words.

At his time last week, I really just wanted to go home. It was warm and sunny and I was in the summer mode fa sho. I did not want to study. I did not want to spend one more second in the dorm. I did not want to wake up early anymore or really do anything important, aka not fail my finals. But then my finals came and went relatively painlessly, my birthday happened, and I had a ton of fun with my friends for the last time for the next three months. I celebrated being done with finals by going to COSI and feeling like I was 8 years old. Then I ran around in Goodale Park barefoot and swang on the swings. So when Thursday night came around and I found myself ROASTING in my dorm (my roommate moved out with the fan the day before), putting all my belongings in boxes and plastic trash bags, I was like “Wait a minute, I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME!� Sort of.

It was sad/ surreal to leave the room I’ve lived in and the people I’ve lived with for the entire year. And I don’t think my summer job will be half as fun as my job at school. However, being home has its major perks. I am currently sitting in my lazy-boy, watching the Sox game, eating real Chinese food, waiting for my friend to come over and majorly kick it BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO. For a little bit.

My only responsibilities over the next week or so include unpacking my mountains of junk, celebrating my belated birthday with my friends and fam here, hitting up the beach, getting ready/ super stoked for Bonnaroo, dancing around in the mud and the sun for 4 days in Manchester, TN, going to a Sox game or two, and then starting my summer job.

Somehow, miraculously, despite getting a 64% on the final, and against all other odds I managed to get a solid B in Chem 101. My jaw hit the floor when I checked my grades this afternoon. Seriously. I almost died. I had pretty much completely surrendered to the class and spent the last week or so accepting my expected C. My GPA isn’t completely ruined afterall.

Other than that though, this doesn’t feel permanent. Something in the back of my mind still feels like I will be going back that room and those people and class and all that. So maybe I will get sadder as my time/ boredom here increases. Nonetheless, I am beyond ecstatic to be back in the Windy City.

P.S. I just got a sweet bike for my birfday.

Ok time to enjoy the general splendor. Happy summer errbody!

GO BUCKS!