Summer Regrets

I'm currently annoyed. I'm annoyed that I spent my summer studying, writing papers, and waking up at 8:30 for classes every morning. I'm annoyed that I didn't get the memo...you know...the memo that says summer is for vacations, RELAXATION, friends, and the pool? The one every other college student seemed to get.

For some reason the thought of getting some classes out of the way appealed to me more than the thought of a real summer. I have no idea why. I mean, this is the only point in my life where I get a three month break. In the real world, those don't happen for marketing executives (which, watch out world, is what I plan on being one day)

I'm regretting it, to say the least. Regretting the class time & mental stimulation. I wish I would have relaxed, traveled, and been more spontaneous.

I'm not saying I didn't have a good summer. I went to DC to see the boyfriend (he is so dang cute/amazing/hilarious), Vegas with my BFF (fun doesn't even begin to describe that trip), spent a crazy amount of time with my girls, went to Colorado to see the fam, and went to too many concerts to count.

Vegas with Molly

Modest Mouse Concert

Visiting the boyfriend in DC

My loves.

Enjoyed time with Chocolate in Colorado

Went skiing with the fam

School starts in exactly two weeks. Looks like I'll have to make up for lost time.

I'm going to make these two weeks count. Like you wouldn't even imagine.

Sums 09 at an end?

It's hard to believe that summer is over. Partly because I feel like my summer never even happened. Summer school. Two words that should never be in the same sentence. But, I'm thankful I did it. I put away 9 credits. And my classes were some of the best I have taken at the U. But I didn't get to fully experience my first college summer. I didn't go on any awesome trips. I wrote papers and studied for tests.

Then again, how could I ever despise something that empowered me so much? Yet again, I'm rambling about my feminism class. Ahhh that amazing class. Hey everyone at the U! Take Communication and Gender 3070 from Nick Russel. best class ever. Seriously.

Okay, I'm done. For this post at least.

So much has happened this summer! Cassie is pregnant! My sister. 10 months older then me. The girl who I grew up with. I still remember getting all dressed up in crazy outfits, ringing the doorbell and pretending we were orphans to our parents (we were weird). And I remember getting in trouble with her. The kind where she lost her car for a month the DAY she got her licence. And when we stole the Subaru...the one that was a stick shift. We didn't know how to break. Or shift. Actually, we used the emergency brake when we wanted to stop. Oh gosh, those growing up times.

I can't believe she's gonna have one of her own. I'm so excited! It makes me feel SO OLD. ugh. I mean literally, she's less then a year older then me. And she's having kids. Insane! I can't wait to be an aunt. But, I think it will be a VERY long time until I'm having kids/getting married.

Summer. I don't even have awesome stories for the Sums of 2009. Depressing. I guess that means I'll be making up for that this fall. Which, BTW, I'm so excited about!

I MOVE INTO PI PHI IN 3 DAYS! YAYYYYYYYY! Living with about 18 of my closest girlfriends may sound like it will be dramatic and full of hell, but my thinking is quite the contrary. I'm so excited. Those girls have been with me through my entire crazy freshman year. They know things about me that most everyone doesn't. I have the BEST time with them. And I get to live with them! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Looks like that will bring some interesting blog posts.

Get excited.

Not What I Expected.

I've never had a summer like this one. Nights filled with math problems, papers, and readings. Early mornings containing lectures and example problems. Work hours spent gazing outside wishing the sun's rays were hitting my own face.

Then again, summer school is kind of growing on me. Is that wrong or what?

I love the intimacy of the small classes-the dead campus. And of course-the under crowded math lab. I love the fact that everyone is dressed in summer clothes and biking/walking to and from class. I defiantly see more smiles then during the normal school year.

My math class is going good-which I am ecstatic to report! I'm actually grasping the concepts! Which, in part, may be the fact that i HAVE to get a B this semester...or maybe it's the fact that I have the greatest teacher ever...Molly!

I've been living in the apartments on campus with Molly, my PC08 Pi Phi sister...and it has been so much fun! We spend our nights doing homework (which, when together is actually not that bad), watching movies, and laughing for hours on end at the site www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com and others. One night we watched 3 movies in a row...it's the good life. I'm lucky that Molly is a math whiz. She has been SUCH a help with my algebra class. With her help, I've even managed to get a 85% on my first math quiz!

I'm in a gender and communication class which I absolutely LOVE. It's all about feminism. And you know me, just the word feminism gets me all hot and bothered. I'm sure soon enough you will hear me raving about all the new things I've learned. Oh, and the teacher-AMAZING. There is just such a difference when your professor LOVES what he teaches. When your professor has passion for the class. Ahhhh what could be better then a feminism class with a passionate teacher? Not much I tell you, not much!

 (((I saw this on a car while I was driving and LOVED it)))

I'm really excited that school is going so well. Hopefully by spring I will be able to apply for the business school. 

A few months back, I would have given an arm and leg to be done with school. But my summer classes have changed that for me. When I understand and start to like what I'm learning, school doesn't feel like a job anymore.

So, although my summer isn't very typical for a 19 year old, I don't think I would have it any other way. 

Adulthood?

It's been awhile...trust me, I know.

It's crazy how your life can change so dramatically so quickly. It's like one moment life is almost perfect, the only way you can describe it is the sight of a beach-perfect. Then, out of no where, a storm hits. The calm, beautiful beach is turned upside down.

Recently, this is my life. It's not a bad thing, it's just not perfect. Then again, life can't be going smoothly all the time...how boring would that be?

Now I'm just riding the waves, I know the storm is bound to blow over. It always does.

Currently, I'm in summer school. At the time, I thought it was an excellent idea! Taking credits-working towards my double major. But now, eh...I'm not so sure. I never expected the classes to be so difficult. I never knew that we would be going at such a high speed through the material. It's defiantly going to take everything I have to pass these classes this summer. I hope I'm ready for it.

I'm also working 30 hours a week. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my job, it's just a bit overwhelming with the new school schedule. Again, it will all calm down once I'm used to it it's just going to take awhile. 

It's all because of one thing: adulthood. As a child, I really couldn't wait to grow up. I wanted it all-the fancy apartment. The cute, loving boyfriend. The friends. The freedom. 

Then I realized-having all of this doesn't change anything. All it is is added responsibility. More reasons to be let down. A bigger spectrum of disappointment. It's all a little overrated. The whole growing up thing. 

I wish I would have held on to my youth as tightly as I possibly could. I wish I hadn't tried to grow up so fast. I'm not saying I'm old, but I'm certainly not in high school. I have to pay bills, make decisions, and choose where I want to be in the future.

It's a big job. I never knew how hard it was.

I love this quote: "We're adults? When did this happen? And how do we make it stop?"

Then again, it's all part of life. Everything I have done and everything I have experienced has brought me to this point. And with all my heart, I could never wish that away. Every experience, every success, and every mistake has lead me to where I am today, to the person I have become. I wouldn't be me without growing up.

I don't know where I'm going with this or if I even had a point. You know me, when I blog random thoughts and theories just pop out. This is just one of those times.