I'm heading home for winter break in about an hour. I'm dropping off my friends at the train station, then making the two-hour drive back home. It'll be nice to be home again. I'll have a week to relax, then I'll start working at my old job all through December. I need money. I've been a little excessive with my spending these past three months, and my checking account has suffered. At least I've learned my lesson.
My plans for my five weeks at home are pretty much sleep, work, read, and plan a novel. That last one may or may not happen, but hopefully I can stay on it. I've had ideas in my head for a few years, and I think it's about time to at least get them on paper somehow, even if I don't start writing the actual novel.
My finals weren't that bad, actually. In fact, I kind of enjoyed them. For my fiction class, our final was a short story. For my human rights class, an eight-page essay about why human rights abuses happen, where they come from, and how we can prevent them in the future, which was an interesting excursion. And then my online exam for my literary criticism class. So yeah, I never had a breakdown or got super stressed like other people seem to around finals. I got everything done like two days early. It went really smoothly, considering these were my very first college finals.
My best friend from home visited a week ago, and it was okay. Frustrating a bit, because it made me realize how different our lives are becoming. She's stuck in a shitty community college in which forty year olds have no clue how to do high school-level algebra, miserable because all of her friends have left town for college, trying to save money to go to a prestigious school in Chicago, and it's making her resentful and bitter. She took shots at my school, calling the students here pretentious, Tumblr fandom hipsters. She's the kind of friend who likes to insult you, but she was far worse than usual that weekend. I think she's jealous of where I am. I'm going to a fantastic school and I've never been happier, while she's stuck in the shithole of our hometown, taking bullshit classes that aren't much different from high school. I do feel bad for her, but why try to drag me down with her?
Anyway, I'm sure we'll go back to normal when I'm back home in territory that's familiar to her.
I'm also going to be taking a weekend off from work to go stay with my girlfriend in Missouri. Thing is, I haven't told my mom about it yet. That'll be happening soon. Her reaction should be interesting. I'm pretty excited to see her again. My girlfriend, not my mom, although I am happy to see my mom, too. Things between us are pretty good. It's always gonna be a bit strange, having a long-distance relationship, but I'm getting used to it. I still have moments where I doubt what I'm doing, but seeing her again will maybe clear that all up. Sometimes I feel like we have nothing to talk about, sometimes I worry about how highly she thinks of me. But mostly I'm just taking it day by day.
So yeah. I'm gonna miss these people. They're fantastic. One of my friends left super early, on Thursday, and I was pretty bummed after she left. Good news is my two closest friends will be staying at my house for a few days at the very end of our break, and we'll drive together back to school. I really do love it here. So much. In just one term I've grown a lot, intellectually and personally.