I’ve come to realization that waiting makes people discover more about themselves. Waiting for the first day of school for the kids to go back to school has driven me up a hill and down a well1.
Waiting for registration has made me feel like my second first day of college will never come for me because it seems so far away. I’m excited to go back, really – and I will be blogging everyday this September (maybe even with some video logs).
Speaking of school, I’m trying to decide if I should introduce myself as Liz or as Sarah. Unfortunately, I’m not going to get to have a dorm this semester because FAFSA [apparently] does not cover it, which means I’ll have to try for one next year. Therefore people and teachers at this school already know me as Sarah, so choosing to go by my nickname would somehow screw me over either way. Perhaps I should wait until I am in the other campus living on campus in a dorm to do that? /seesaw
I think waiting makes me stronger. Even though I say this, I’ll probably never appreciate this hypothesis – but I’m still saying it because a large portion of me finds it to be at least partially true.
I think I’m going to introduce myself as Liz(a) on the web for a while and see how it all goes. Every now and then I feel pretty, and – since this happens only rarely – I want to take advantage of it whilst it lasts. Perhaps I might even find a handsome guy who fancies me during this phase? However, a phase is a phase, so it wouldn’t be too good. I just want a close guy friend for now who lives close by.
My wait for Monday is… Well, here’s this Monday: /slow
…P.S. This is my 200th post! 😀 Only three hundred more to go until I can adequately make my mark2. /paw2