Suprisingly, I've adjusted pretty well to being back up here at school. I was expecting mental and emotional breakdowns, denial, anger, the stages of grieving...who knows what else. But I got up here, became very excited to see my roommates, unpacked, jumped right back into choir auditions and such things, enjoyed having a kitchen and dishwasher and felt at home when Ashley made us Peruvian food for dinner.
Yesterday classes started, which overall was a good experience. I went through different stages of stress and panic throughout the day but not nearly as much and I expected. I'm still being awkwardly anti-social in my classes because I am not a fan of "What's your name? Where are you from? What's your major?" etc. but that will change in time. I'm getting a grip on reality and that this is all actually happening whether I want it to or not. I think my coping skills are expanding. Miraculous? Yes.
I'll work on getting a good roommate picture to show off. I knew two of the girls from before and have really enjoyed getting to know the other one. I think the four of us will get along really well. :)
Also yay for going home in 9 days. :)
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