3 weeks and counting!
This past summer has gone by relatively slow and peaceful, waiting for school to start, so I’ve been idling it away when I’m not working.
Suddenly, letter after letter after e-mail pours in. Financial aid e-mails and me fighting with them about why I don’t have to send my ex’s tax return (because we broke up and I’m not expecting him to pay for any of it, goddammit). Financial aid offer letter. Orientation letter. Flyers for clubs, fraternities, and more clubs. Invites to hang out with future classmates.
I’ve been flung headlong into this. Suddenly, I don’t feel like I’m 35. I’m suddenly 21 again and dealing with all these questions about joining clubs, extracurricular activities.
Oh yeah, and classes.
After meeting a bunch of my classmates, I’ve already become the gay best friend. Helps that I’m 10+ years older than the majority of my classmates and that I’m not into younger guys. I’m giving hints to people about books. About relationships. About why one shouldn’t date your other classmates (yes, I know there’s a ratio of 3 girls to 1 guy, and if you’re a straight guy, it’s frickin’ sweet. but we’ll be stuck with each other for 4 fucking years and i don’t want the goddamn drama.)
I’m excited. And freaked. Hella freaked. Why does it feel like I’m finally doing what I’ve always wanted to do, and that I wanna start, like, right freaking now?
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