Almost back to reality!
Hello!
It's possibly the most exciting thing that I'm almost back to having a normal life. Today I had two job interviews, and they went okay. Although, I felt that all the other interviews I did went really well too, and I have yet to get a job. It’s a little disheartening. I still have about two more weeks before I really jump into panic mode about being employed. So…fingers crossed!
In other news, after two years, the day that I say goodbye to my university housing is approaching faster and faster. I’ve started packing, and really reminiscing about all the good times I’ve had over the past two years. Some of my best friends were made in this room. Some of my worst breakups occurred in this room. I had my first real college party in this room. It’s been a symbol of freedom, and a comforting lair. And in six days, it will no longer be mine. It’s a very melancholy experience.
Speaking of melancholy experiences, back in my first year of university (about eighteen months ago, but feels like decades), I had a crush on a boy who was in one of my classes, let’s call him S. At the risk of sounding risqué, I was seeing another guy at the time, which I cared a lot about, so as sort of a spoiler to the story, nothing ever came of my affections. It was always something that I thought about, but never acted upon. In all honesty, even if S. had liked me back, I’m not sure if I’d have gone out with him anyway.
Anyway. S. was a real all-star. Smart, funny, good-looking, the whole package. He encouraged me to pursue writing, which has been a passion of mine since forever. We were friends, but really haven’t been in much contact this year. He chose a different field of study than I did, and we saw less and less of each other. A few days ago, we ran into each other and had a chat. Unfortunately, things in his life have not been so peachy. He’s been having sort of a rough go of it. He asked if I had been writing lately, and I truthfully said no. He told me that I should, and I feel like he might have been right.
I’ve had a few (minor) published works, including a couple of short stories and some essays, so I’m not really a stranger to writing. I’ve been writing a short novella, ironically about my experiences with S. I’m debating whether I should mention it to him.
That’s all I’ve got…I have an exam tomorrow I need to think about a little but more, but definitely let me know if I should tell S. about the story or not!
I’d love to hear from you :)
It's possibly the most exciting thing that I'm almost back to having a normal life. Today I had two job interviews, and they went okay. Although, I felt that all the other interviews I did went really well too, and I have yet to get a job. It’s a little disheartening. I still have about two more weeks before I really jump into panic mode about being employed. So…fingers crossed!
In other news, after two years, the day that I say goodbye to my university housing is approaching faster and faster. I’ve started packing, and really reminiscing about all the good times I’ve had over the past two years. Some of my best friends were made in this room. Some of my worst breakups occurred in this room. I had my first real college party in this room. It’s been a symbol of freedom, and a comforting lair. And in six days, it will no longer be mine. It’s a very melancholy experience.
Speaking of melancholy experiences, back in my first year of university (about eighteen months ago, but feels like decades), I had a crush on a boy who was in one of my classes, let’s call him S. At the risk of sounding risqué, I was seeing another guy at the time, which I cared a lot about, so as sort of a spoiler to the story, nothing ever came of my affections. It was always something that I thought about, but never acted upon. In all honesty, even if S. had liked me back, I’m not sure if I’d have gone out with him anyway.
Anyway. S. was a real all-star. Smart, funny, good-looking, the whole package. He encouraged me to pursue writing, which has been a passion of mine since forever. We were friends, but really haven’t been in much contact this year. He chose a different field of study than I did, and we saw less and less of each other. A few days ago, we ran into each other and had a chat. Unfortunately, things in his life have not been so peachy. He’s been having sort of a rough go of it. He asked if I had been writing lately, and I truthfully said no. He told me that I should, and I feel like he might have been right.
I’ve had a few (minor) published works, including a couple of short stories and some essays, so I’m not really a stranger to writing. I’ve been writing a short novella, ironically about my experiences with S. I’m debating whether I should mention it to him.
That’s all I’ve got…I have an exam tomorrow I need to think about a little but more, but definitely let me know if I should tell S. about the story or not!
I’d love to hear from you :)