I've been home almost two weeks, and I guess I'm used to it. I'm getting the hang ouf things around the office at my internship. Today was the first day I drove there without needing directions. Sure, I've already given up on wearing my nice work shoes in favor of my Adidas, but I can scan papers and stuff envelopes like no other.

Being home isn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be. I miss some people more than I thought I would, and others whom I thought I'd miss I haven't given more than a bumper sticker or two on Facebook. I've rekindled friendships with some high school friends and have really been enjoying myself. I'm working, so at least I don't feel totally lazy; and I'm still running regularly. School, though, is so far gone from my mind.

I got my worst grades spring quarter. But it was worth it. I don't regret hanging out with friends for one last time while I should have been studying for my finals. I don't regret it one bit. I wish I had been blogging more regularly though. Although I don't know how I can possibly relate my summertime activities to anything collegiate and although I've reverted almost completely back to my high school-kid ways, I'm going to be a sophomore at OSU in the fall.

Freshman year went by too fast. I feel like I've been so many people in so little time. I've changed—a lot. Well, maybe I haven't. Maybe I'm just finally being myself. I guess it doesn't really matter. But I'm amazed at what one year of college did for me. Academics had nothing to do with it.