copycat reflections
So........in the style of Katie and Rachel, here we go.
I cheated and looked at my journal (not this one) cause I don't remember much.

A year ago I was a senior in high school. I was counting down the days to graduation, but I was afraid, as it says in my journal, of being "thrown into the real world without and job or a clue."

I was anxious to leave Rockford and never look back.

Now I'm sitting here, dreading my finals but looking forward to the week after. I'll be living back home for a month, during which I'm going to Illinois pick out horses for the upcoming camp season.

A year ago, I was in Illinois visiting my cousisns. And listening to the new Dead Meadow album. I was listening to it for the umpteenth time today, and I must say it has the essence of April. It doesn't have the heavy, humid air of May or June but it isn't bitter like March or February. It's just warm, full of hope and optimism for the days to come.

Ok, back on topic. I can't say next year will be much different from this year. I'll still be at Central, living in the dorms. Probably dreading my exams again.

Hopefully me and my friends will be apartment hunting. We'll be excited that we'll finally be able to just throw our weed on the kitchen table, without worrying about someone telling an RA.

Hopefully I'll have a real reason for being here, besides "What the hell else would I do?" or "My parents made me."

I was so wrong about this first year at college. I thought I'd be leaving home forever. I had it completely backwards. For the first time I realized I'm lost, that I don't know shit. So now all I have to do is find my way back home for the first time.

But tomorrow never knows, I guess.

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