As I type this, I am somewhere over the Pacific Ocean (or maybe I am over land, I have no friggin’ clue), thanking myself for wearing leggings instead of shorts because damn, the plane is actually pretty cold.
Since coming back from New York, I have been super busy with just about everything- from prepping for this Hawaii trip (aka shopping for things that I ‘need’… heh) to studying my ass off for summer school to going around Vancouver with my family. I barely had time to just chill and do nothing, but in all honesty, I loved every second of it. I love feeling productive, especially during the summer time, when I don’t want to waste a single second because summer is my forever-favourite season.
In the past two years, I refused to take summer school because I had the mindset that summer is for fun, and summer school is not fun, hence summer is not meant for school. But summer school is actually not bad at all. I have classes just two days a week, so it still feels like summer break to me. Unlike winter session when I had to wake up to grey skies and cold weather, I now wake up most days to gorgeous weather- weather that actually makes me to want to go outside. The only thing about summer school is that courses go at a really fast pace so you need to push yourself to keep up or things will pile up like 1000 times as fast as winter session. I literally had three psych classes before my first midterm, and have another one in less than two weeks. My parents were coming for my brother’s graduation the Friday before my two midterms, which motivated me to study extra hard beforehand because I can’t let my family have all the fun without me!!
For some reason, watching people in their cap and gowns with their families around campus made me really happy. Everyone was dressed nicely, had smiles on their faces, and I dunno… the overall atmosphere was just so… nice (excuse me for my lack of interesting adjectives but this plane ride is making me sleepy). Seeing all these people also got me thinking about my own graduation next year. I still remember back in high school I felt like attending university was so far away. And now that I just have a year left, I feel like graduation is still so far away. But I know my last year is going to go by so fast that before I know it, I will be finding myself walking across the stage with my diploma. Thinking about the future excites me but scares me so much because I still have no idea what I am going to do, where I am going to live, or anything at all, really. But I guess that’s the beauty of life- sometimes you don’t know where it’s going to take you so all you can do is work hard and hope for the best.
Before I start getting cheesy and ramble on about more clichés, I am going to stop myself and go to sleep. Next time you hear from me, I will most likely be back in Vancouver, tanned and happy, and ready to take on the second half of summer school.