I will survive
I’m listening to Cake’s version of “I Will Survive” right now, and I know it’s not exactly about surviving school, but I’m taking it that way. Sometimes, today being one of those times, I wonder what the heck I was thinking applying to Oxford and then deciding to come and why I had to choose one of the hardest courses here. I’ve tried to start reading today. Today was my first day where I wasn’t constantly rushing from one thing to another. Today, I talked to my mom and Kyle for a bit. Tonight, homesickness hit. Earlier in the day I was fine, but now I just want to go back to this summer and never have fall come, even though it’s my favorite season. Or just rush ahead to summer of 2008 when I can come back to the U.S. for good. I guess I’m a bit stressed with my essays and feeling like I don’t know what I’m doing. I have friends and I might start rowing and I’m sure I’m going to be busy all the time. The days go by really fast, but then it seems like the week hasn’t gone by quickly at all.
I am having a good time. I love Oxford: the town, the people, even the weather when it’s sort of nasty like it was today. I like the atmosphere. I just miss my old friends and my family. And I sort of miss living at Stanley Road, believe it or not. I haven’t had my daily walks of listening to my iPod for a half-hour. I actually haven’t had any walks by myself except to the computer place to get a new password for my Regent’s e-mail, which was really close. Which I guess that’s good b/c I’m always walking with people, but it was sort of nice to have my own time. Sometimes it’s sort of nice to be anti-social, and all I’ve been doing since I got here is try to be social. So tonight after dinner, I just came back to my room, but the activities for tonight seemed unorganized anyway and none of the main people I’ve been hanging out with were going to be there. This entry hasn’t really said much. I know I should be writing down what I’ve been doing this week so I don’t forget it later, but honestly, it’s been so hectic I’m having trouble remembering now what I’ve done this whole week. And I can’t concentrate on writing about it at the moment. Maybe I’ll take a break from reading tomorrow morning to try to remember and type up an entry. Right now, I think I might go to bed and hope I feel better in the morning. Sorry to be depressing. This probably wasn’t a good hour to decide to write this, but I’ve already put in the time so I might as well publish it.