College is an emotional roller coaster. One minute you feel great for accomplishing something on your own for the first time, and the next you feel completely depressed because your room mates could care less if you didn't exist.
My grades are okay. I got an 88% on my first math test, which is really a shocker and I don't mean that sarcastically. Then I got 100% on my philosophy quiz. I could do that class in my sleep.
I miss my parents but not as much as I thought I would.
I have actually quite a few friends, but to be honest none of those people are my roommates. So when I hang with other people I feel special but then I get home and its like I'm alone or dead weight. I thought that I would form some kind of family bond with my room mates, in fact, I was kinda counting on it . . . until I met them.
I haven't been doing much art but that's a given because I've been adjusting but I'm working on something now. Its one of few things I can do to relieve stress and there is quite a lot of stress.
I almost learned how to surf (i got on my knees) and I went to see Cats (which made no sense to me at all). Also I'm in writers club and I've been writing a lot too. Not just stories like usual but screen plays.
Anyway, that's life:you take the bad and live the good.