I miss my school. I miss being able to call Ramika and Molly to consume crappy dinner. I miss seeing less close friends at dinner and getting caught up on what they have going on. I miss classes like nobody's business. I miss "I can't, I have to write my paper" and "Fuck it, forget about the paper, let's drink/go out/eat/smoke/watch a movie." I miss my professors. I miss the campus. I miss intellectual conversations. I miss living a few hundred feet away from my friends and smoking outside in the cold and Chi Phi and watching movies in groups. I miss the love-to-hate students who can't intellectualize anything worth shit. I miss feminist rhetoric and listening to Ramika say "I haven't slept." I miss the community of a really small college. I miss free DVD rentals in the library and other people's awesome dorm rooms.

I'm looking forward to living with Molly, Ramika, and Grace; not dating on campus; having the experience of a year of college and a summer of living totally on my own under my belt; the sense of being comfortable in school and remembering things from the year before; the lack of panic I felt my freshman year; having more incentive to make higher grades; the possibility of internships; growing closer to my friends; making new friends; being able to develop more into myself without the mental constraints of my past. Also, hopefully a bright shiny juicer.

(I will blog about Pride when I am not totally and utterly gayed out.)