Almost a month since my last post. Just a reminder of how fast time can pass a person.
I finished my class with an A, which translates to a 4.0 in the Rochester system, and 4 credit hours for the course. YES! My college applications are complete, with the exceptions of the teacher and counselor recommendations (ugh), the mid-year report (which I clearly can't do until, well, mid-year), and the DePaul supplement (which doesn't go live until September 1). I'll hear back from UCF in the coming couple weeks, DePaul by December, and Rochester in February, basically. My patience is truly being tested and IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!!! I mean, here I am trying to focus on school and stuff and all I can think about 24/7 is college. Damn it to hell it's consuming my life piece by piece.
Not like I've been giving a rat's ass about school right now anyway. I still work hard and put my effort into my work, but that's only because I know colleges are gonna get a mid-year and final review for my grades; I'd like those reviews to reflect similar work to the last few years. That'd be nice. At this point, high school is a joke, a means to an end. While all the senior power stuff is fun and I enjoy the special privileges, it's nothing compared to Rochester. But I'll get there. I don't even care how. As of this moment, I don't care if I had to go into massive amounts of debt I'd go anyway, especially if I got accepted into GRADE (who would pay off any and all loans I had while doing my internship).
Seeing Brianne and Sasha when they picked me up from Rochester was quite fun, especially since I got my first taste of real food in a month with yum. Cheesy jalapeno quesadilla; woo! They were gracious enough to come save me in my hour of need, as my dad's connection from Baltimore was cancelled and he couldn't pick me up. That means I had to fly back home by myself, for the first time ever. The whole process was quite easy and even a little enjoyable. Granted, we had assigned seats in business class (courtesy of my dad's frequent flier status), and because of his cancelled connection they allowed me to check in two bags so I wouldn't have a carry-on that I had to lift above the seats (I'm a weakling). But back to Sasha and Brianne. She shared some interesting stories about Japan, how different it was. It sounded amazing, and it makes me want even more to travel outside of the USA. There's a whole world out there that a lot of people either don't care about or can't experience, and if one day I'm able to I'm taking advantage of that ability. While she and I didn't get any one-on-one, I'm sure we'll get it one of these days. Especially if I go up north.
Being with TJ after all that time was amazing. Perfect, even. Now that I have my new room upstairs (no more man cave), we get to be alone uninterrupted, which I love. There was a lot of cuddling that day, even more the next day. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder. Makes a couple other things grow too (had to do it sorry). But even with the distance, I know that we could make it. It's one of the sure things in our relationship, and we have quite a few of those. He's everything I ever wanted and needed, and I don't know how I lasted for so long in my life without him. Hopefully I won't ever have to deal with a reality without him. We still have yet to experience certain things together, like daily life together and whatnot, but I really doubt there's anything I could learn about him that's new that would scare me away, or vice versa him learning about me. We've been very open with each other, and that's the foundation of a good relationship, amongst things like trust, love, and respect. We also are each other's best friend, which is equally as important. Being friends first and growing from that was extremely beneficial to us, and I recommend that for anyone "looking" for a relationship (although I don't recommend looking, period). Potential partners don't typically come from people you run into on the street and BAM you start dating; they're people you meet or have already met that become friends but have at least hidden feelings about each other. There just has to be a base.
I suppose that's about it. I'm sitting and waiting for this phase of my life to be over, because I certainly didn't choose to be here. After high school, anything else that happens to me will be completely up to me: where I live, where I go to school, what I study, what I do for myself. Everything is at my discretion and no one else's. I could care less about people telling me that being a teenager will pass in the blink of an eye and I'll wish I could get this time back. But high school is not the prime of my life, nor should it be the prime of anyone's life. I won't be missing it.
And now I'm exhausted. Funny after 9 hours of sleep last night and a 2 hour nap not too long ago. Bed time!
Love,
Caitlyn
