September 10, 2005
I've started university. It's mind-blowing. I feel like such a BIG GIRL now. I mean, I used to look up to people who were in university. Now they're my peers. It's a weird feeling. I feel like I should be going back to grade school. I think I picked the right program though, cause on tuesday afternoon twelve of us got together in the basement of Hosmer building, put on little kid music and made letters with our arms and feet. It was quite comforting actually; just goes to show that university isn't all about "big kid" stuff.
On a different tack, I was hit with a great wave of nostalgia at 8 o'clock this morning just as I was getting up for work. Good camp memories. Good Cuba memories. Even good hospital memories. Of doing cartwheels in the green grass and jumping around to crazy music and going horseback riding in the monsoon-like rain. I remember many bright faces and bright people and bright places that I'm turning over and over in my mind. Of eating moros y cristianos in an outdoor terrasse and learning to salsa with friends, rolling my eyes with co-staff during our viewing of Brother Bear, picking flowers for Mrs. Pope. Summer is always so golden.
