I'm honestly not sure, but I think my hiatus is done. Last semester was quite difficult, but I still managed to keep a GPA of about 3.7, so I'm thrilled. This semester looks easy as pie though. I'm an English major now and I am taking all lit classes with just Spanish and an IT class thrown in for flavoring. What could be simpler? I can crank out an essay like no other and I read at the speed of light. In my Western Lit class, we're re-reading The Odyssey. Puh-lease. I read that as a senior in high school! I'm re-reading it again anyway though so that I can refresh myself on the details. I think I find it funnier than it's supposed to be. For some reason, the parts with Penelope, Telemachus' mother, make me crack up. She's so goddamn pathetic.
Anyway, I know that not one of you returned to hear about The Odyssey or you'd be on a lit site somewhere.
Let me tell you more about Marlie.
This past semester has been incredibly rough on her. It's going to sound terrible, but... she isn't very good at picking friends. No, she really isn't! I've watched her over the years as we were forced to separate into different classes: me into orchestra to play the violin (which I suck at) and her into band to play the trumpet (which she excels at). She made some band friends. And sure, they were the typical band nerds, but that’s not the problem. I like band nerds and geeks and that whole category. The problem was that they were just not nice people, you know? Very clique-y, very gossipy, very… unhealthy. In my opinion, anyway.
Hers too, eventually, but she’s so bull-headed. She can’t see it until it’s right under her nose. The friends she has/had at her school were terrible and I was only too glad to get her away from it. She actually called her father to take her home early (if you don’t know why that’s odd, read some of my earlier posts).
As soon as I pulled into the driveway at home on December 19th, she was there. She had been waiting for me for an hour (damn traffic). We hugged rather desperately and then basically clung to each other for the next two days. You have no idea how hard it is to know what the other person’s going through, hundreds of miles away, and not be able to do a damned thing. It’s terrible.
The good news is that she has successfully transferred into my college starting this semester. And I’m not gonna lie—it’s like a dream come true.
More about what’s been going on later. I think I’m starting to get sick.
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