The first week of school is coming to a close, and I’m beginning to see my sleepless nights of studying on the horizon. I’m excited though. I actually enjoy learning, a LOT. I’m currently enrolled in World Civilization, The Psychology of Marriage& Family, Accounting, Principles of Marketing, and World Literature. Rush starts next week, and we’ve already got hundreds of girls’ applications. I remember how nerve wracking the rush process was for me last year, so I’m thankful I’m on the other side of it this time around. We’ve been having several meetings, and I’m really excited about the way the group of girls have really been coming together, and have shown such commitment to establishing our organization, as well as providing a memorable and meaningful experience for the girls that will be coming through. The t-shirts I designed will be coming in really soon, and I’m really excited to see how those turn out. This weekend, I’m going to Austin, because it has been far too long since I’ve made a nightly run around the capital of Texas, indulged in thrift store-looking fashion, and made friends with a hippy. Oh, how I would love to live there. I would ride my vintage bike all day, eat frozen yogurt outside on a park bench with my boy after class, and be happy as a clam in some 3 dollar second-hand shorts. Well, I’m going to finish off my fruit punch fuse, and get ready for my best friend’s good bye dinner. Chelsea, my closest friend at school and my roommate, just recently decided to move back home to Wyoming, and it’s been hard… almost like a break up of sorts. But, I’ve realized that the beauty of the age that we are at now is that we can completely screw up, change what we want in life, or completely leave everything we ever built up for our self, and we can still end up just fine. We’re at an age where the world desires for us to succeed. Safely and dangerously placed in that limbo between having to be cared over like a child- forced into trying your best (or you won’t get a smiley face on your grade report), and being an adult where the world just expects you to have it all together, and isn’t there to pay you favors if you just decide to change course. So I have confidence that she’ll make it. She doesn’t have a clue what she wants to do, she’s just going; a plan unheard of from all of us, who have never strayed off the higher education path, following the ideal of “success” (whatever that even means) like a horse chasing after a carrot on a stick. In a way I envy her. Not knowing what you’re doing sounds so liberating, and with most people uneasy about this decision (including myself at most times), she doesn’t have to worry about impressing anyone. When did life get so complicated? The more I get a grasp on what I’m supposed to do, the less I know anything at all. I’m content though, falling deeper and deeper into the unknown complexities of what life really is. At least when you fall flat on your face, it makes for good writing material.