My, my, another week bites the dust. Time is such a silly thing, the days feel slow for me here, which is something I thought I’d never experience again.
The day was spent helping with the chores as usual. I also binge-watched a television series on my laptop. Sometimes you still need to stay connected to your daily routines to feel normal.
Last night my family threw a surprise graduation party for my cousin at a restaurant with just his friends. It was a lovely evening, and I cannot believe how much food there was. The amount of antipasti alone just filled me up. There were plates of carrots, rice, prosciutto, mortadella, croquettes, peppers, zucchini, salad, bruschetta, and I’m definitely missing a few. The pizzas came after and they were just as fulfilling.
After the dinner he opened his presents and we took a stroll around the streets of Sora to help walk off the extra pounds. Mamma mia, I am still bloated today!
I just got back from my school late last night. I left Tuesday afternoon to go up, went out a bit with friends to celebrate my birthday, ran some errands on Wednesday morning, got lunch with my cousin, went to my internship seminar class, hung out with some friends, and then left for the two-hour trip back home.
I cried 5 times yesterday because of how much I miss my professors and classes, as well as my friends. Luckily, my choice to complete school early and graduate in December, and stay home to do my internship feels right. I feel more concentrated at home.
Still, the first time I walked into the building of where I had most of my classes, I began to cry. I’ve spent so many hours there, learning, creating, and envisioning what my life can be like in the future. I had to spend a couple of minutes in the bathroom to compose myself. I then went and saw my adviser. She is a great lady and told me how proud she was to see me succeed. She convinced me that i should walk at the graduation ceremony in the spring. I began to cry again.
On top of seeing her, I also saw one of the professors I’ve worked a lot with. The adviser for the club I was president of last year. I could only chat with him for a few minutes, but it was nice to see him. I mentioned to him how I kept tearing up and said that I had loved all my classes here. He made a comment that I said that in the past tense. It was an emotional day.
Seeing all my friends was hard too. They’re the people I saw everyday for the 3 years I was up at school. They even said it feels different without me there. At least my school isn’t so far away that I cannot visit from time to time. And I have to go up once a month for a class, anyway, so that excuse is a nice one.
Started my first day of my new internship on Monday. It’s been going well. The paper I’m an intern is not in publication this week, and everyone is pretty much on vacation, as well as they are moving around things in the office, so they haven’t had work for me to do. But I have been helping out with the women’s magazine that has branched off from the paper. I’m really enjoying this work, and the ladies I’m working with are super nice and easy to talk to.
It’s tough being far from my college, especially with my graduation application due in a few days and I need to get it signed by my adviser, but, I can’t make the trip up to school until next week, and the deadline is Sept. 1. On my break today I’m going to call the registration office to beg for a 5 day extension. I need to graduate. Please, please, please, this needs to work!