Challenge accepted.

August 28, 2012

It was the very first class of the day and my sophomore year.

My professor is rated one of the top 300 professors in the nation and so it wasn’t surprising that every seat in that auditorium was filled. Seeing as it’s “syllabus week” I was expecting to hear a summary of what organic chemistry is (blah blah), but it’d be tolerable because it’s the famed Dr. Lewis. Instead of giving us the textbook definition of the course he tells us

“During the next 6 weeks you’ll be learning art, foreign language, and then eventually we’ll get to the chemistry.”

My grade in this class is based on only 5 tests. The pace of this class was made analogous to what would happen should you break open a fire hydrant. I am expected to soak it all up.

I can already tell I’m going to be raging about some test score, the stress of an upcoming test, or the frustration of how stubbornly unsolvable a problem is.

But it’s going to be okay.

Time will blur, the edges of night and day will blend and before I know it it’ll be November and I’ll be on my way home. Perhaps by that time I would have forgotten? I don’t want to to look forward to something that might never come, but forgetting would mean it meant nothing. And that’s not true.

But it’s going to be okay.

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Dangerous

August 14, 2012

You cannot fall in love with someone just over text. It doesn’t matter how frequent or how many days it carries on. Sooner or later you’re going to start to miss him and when you do you’ll ask yourself if all the conversations you had over text can be as breezy and natural in person.

If it’s awkward or just quiet then you’re doing it wrong.

For now we’re just volleying and the suspense of every serve is killing me. I just want the truth and if the truth proves to be that I am wrong about all my speculations, then I can move on with my life. If it proves to be true then that’s a slew of problems I am not ready to deal with yet.

It is 4:47 AM and I am being a girl and over-analyzing that last text.