Randomness 1/1/2002
I love being home. I love having my own room, and being able to have my own place to hide from everybody, if need be. I love having my mom around so I have someone to talk to, or just get a hug from if I'm feeling bad. I don't have to call her from a phone in a cold stairwell like at school. My brothers, despite their loudness, are awesome. They're always willing to make me smile, for the most part, especially my little brother Jake. My sister have not been getting along, but that's nothing new. I needed her help with my RA application (If I end up at SU next year) but she couldn't seem to find time to fit me in her social planner. At this point, I just talk to her as little as possible. Other than that, my vacation has been going well.
Syracuse has not posted three out of my six grades, which has me worried. They're due January 2nd. I called the Registrar and she told me grade reports were being sent out January 7th. I asked her what happened if those three grades still weren't reported by my professors. She laughed and said I was lucky. Lucky?? If I don't get those grades, I don't get credit for the class. She told me that I would have to go to each professor, as well as the department that they were in, to get the grades if they're still not reported. Christ...I can't even depend on my profs to report my grades...This school sucks and I hope to everything holy I can get out. It's just that this school never gives me a break. They always do something wrong, or they don't do it at all, which gives me more stress and more errands to run. With such a high tuition, I'm going to be in considerable debt when I get out in three and a half years. This school isn't worth it.
For New Years I stayed home. It was my choice; I was supposed to hang out with Panama, but I chose not to. I just wanted to stay home. I'm away from home so much that when I am here, I want to spend as much time at my house as possible. It was comforting to be surrounded by my family instead of being with my friends and their respective boyfriends/girlfriends. As trite as it sounds, its just depressing. My sister went out with a bunch of her friends and her boyfriend Kyle. Part of the problem is that my sister is a constant reminder of all of the things that she has that I want: she's beautiful, she's got great control of her weight, she's got a boyfriend who adores her and who constantly gives her beautiful things, his family adores her, she has a 3.6 this semester, she knows what she wants to do and has some some prospects lined up, etc. I don't think she means to brag about these things, but she does, which only makes me feel worse when I'm around her. The same goes with Linda. Except I truly dislike Linda, whereas I do love my sister. My sister and Linda's attitudes don't help either.
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