Thursday August 23. 2001

end of the summer

Since I'm in a streamlining mood, I can sum this entry up in a sentence: Where the hell did my summer go?

I went to go work at school today, and as I turned onto Beech Ave, the normally quiet lane was bustling with activity, clogged with pickup trucks and minivans and moving vans (how do you have enough stuff for a dorm room to actually require a U-haul? Sheesh). I remember when I moved in two years ago. How could it have been two years already? It was sweltering hot that day. Today was cool and a bit windy. Almost autumn weather.

All I can say about the last two years is I'm so glad I am here now and would not go back to that time for anything.

One Year Ago:
"I came across a big stack of programs and playbills from Broadway shows, two cases of Tori bootlegs on tape that I haven't listened to in years, and stacks and stacks of Reader's Digests, which I promptly threw away, along with all the old Newsweeks."

Two Years Ago:
"I skipped all the pep rallies (hid out in the chorus room and played the piano), didn't go to any dances or football games, and going to the prom was one of the biggest wastes of time and money I've ever had."