I spent high school having the same two conflicting statements repeatedly thrown at me - the first being "Of course high school's going to be hard. You're being prepared for university!" The second? "You're going to be so happy when you graduate. College is so much more enjoyable." I always figured that hey, I'd graduate, I'd go to university, figure it out for myself. As for my final decision?
All I've got to say is what the hell. This is the most upside down, back-and-forth, high-and-low, topsy turvy experience I've ever had. For Christ sake, I just used the phrase "topsy turvy". Is it evident that I'm losing it yet? It's not like college isn't great. It's a high step above Degrassi, that's for sure. But between the perpetual stream of essays, the imbeciles I have to deal with in the good majority of my classes, and the snobby-as-hell upperclassmen on the newspaper staff, I can't help but get a little stressed.
Marco is always telling me to chill out. It's not like I have acceptance letters to worry about and it's not like I'm flunking out. He's always telling me to relax, breathe, enjoy the time I've got with my friends before they suddenly pick up and move halfway across the country with their new fancy jobs and college diplomas. Then he usually rolls his eyes pointedly, clears his throat, and passes me the coffee. That boy's eyes could kill, I swear it to you.
He's within his rights in being peeved with me. Even living with him and Dylan, my recent time has been slightly, ahem, monopolized by Jesse, my, like, super amazing college boyfriend, oh my God. In all honesty, he's standing behind me right now, breathing down my neck like only a creepy stalker would. I guess I should say something nice about him, just on principle. He's great. Really. If slightly creepy. If you haven't met him yet, you probably will soon. I promise to keep his muzzle on.
I am trying to keep up with everyone - even though in most cases I do seem to be failing spectacularly. In fact, the only person who seems to be doing worse than I am as far as keeping up goes is Mr. Craig Manning. Have you never heard of a calling card, sir?
I really just want him to know how happy I am. That I'm doing fine without him. I don't need him around. I don't.