So, a note to begin: I decided not to do uberman around the 24 hour mark. It wasn’t because I was tired or whatever… I simply realized that I have NOTHING to do with that extra time. I’ve been spending way too much time indoors sulking as it is (my girlfriend broke up with me 2 1/2 weeks ago. I’m starting to recover, but I still have my moments >_<), and it just wouldn’t be good for my mental state. I did learn a lot about the human brain and sleep though, so that’s good. I also had a lot of time for introspection, which gave me some surprising results. Anyways. The best thing that came out of it… will be covered in a future post. *suspense*
Also, I got into DOE (Discover Ocean Engineering) for my FPOP (Freshman Pre-Orientation Program)!! It was my first choice, followed by Discover Mechanical Engineering, Discover Electrical Engineering and Computer Science, Freshman Urban Program, and Discover Exercise and Wellness. But those don’t matter because I’mma build an underwater robot!
Anyways.
What I really want to talk about today is leaving and the separation anxiety that I am already feeling. As most of you probably know, I’m going to MIT in the fall. Now, what this means is that I have to leave my home and my family and friends to study at this place at which I know almost nobody. Now, I’m not too concerned about making friends; sure, I can be a little shy, but I also plan to be involved (marching band, gaMIT, and Outing Club, to name a few possibilities). So I’m not too worried about that. What I am worried about is leaving my friends and family and just, my HOME behind. I have worked so hard to be comfortable in my place, and now I have to leave? It’s just… unfair.
Now, back in the day, I disliked my hometown a lot. It was too this, too that, and I was bullied a lot. I couldn’t wait to get out. Now, faced with my impending departure, I’m taken the time to really look at the places in which I’ve lived. The park by my house, for example. I spend SO MUCH of my childhood there. There are so many memories and things that occurred there; I can’t even begin to describe them. My old school- a Catholic school that I attended for 3rd through 8th grade. I used to make hissing noises, form expelling crosses with my fingers, and flip that old building off every time I passed it. But now, I see the beauty in its old, old bricks and large, wooden-framed windows. Even the church next door holds a place in my heart. And camp… that is truly the most special place to me. That is the place, every summer from the one after 4th grade to the one after 10th, where I could really, truly be myself, without worry of whether I’d be ridiculed for my rather hyperactive demeanor or obsession with Clay Aiken. Just the camp itself, even… it has a smell unlike any other (I have a thing for smells). I could walk around that camp backwards in a blindfold and not get lost (well, maybe not on the trails…). If there is one thing I regret right now, it’s not applying to be a counselor there this summer. But that is another matter.
Anyways, all of these places from my life… yeah, I guess those are what I’ll miss most. I can always Skype with, write to, or call up my loved ones. But I can’t really go back to these familiar places… at least not for a couple months.
Note: Sorry this entry is a little scattered and self-indulgent. I just needed to get this out before bed.




