brisk walk

Well, it's almost over. One last harrah and then summer comes to a close. Bad thing? Not really. I am ready to get back to friends, dorm life, and even classes. I am slightly nervous for this upcoming year. I have several more responsibilities and the intensity/importance of my EDU classes has been kicked up a notch. I know that I can handle it because I want to do this. \
Spending this summer gallivanting around, enjoying time off, and just doing whatever I wanted (minus the whole broke as a joke thing) was glorious. I know that you should never be a teacher to have your summers off, but dear God... why doesn't everyone get into EDU?!? BRRT... no but really it awesome.. but I also had a deeper more meaningful realization. I am meant to be in a classroom. I will actually be able to influence children, make them better students, encourage them to enjoy learning, make a memory for them that will last for ever... SWEEET! How many people are lucky enough to have career where the people they come in contact with will remember them while they reminisce with their friends? Not many. Sooooo, yay to be an influential (thanks spell check ... i should learn to spell first. just sayin) person.
However, I am also very sad to see summer leave. It is the first summer in 3 years that I was single. Eh, it couldda been better but I wouldn't have thought to ask for anything more. I got closer with a lot of my friends... even ones from school who I was away from for the summer. I spent so much quality time with my grandmother. I took trips down the shore whenever I felt like it. I spent days out by the pool. Attended several family functions which were splendid. Held some crazy double-O-7 meetings with the bridal party. Partied in OC. AAAANNNDDDD have the wedding this weekend, right before heading back to school to reunited with much missed friends !

Wedding tomorrow. The two of them are adorable even when they fight... which is most of the time. Seeing them together gives me a new thought. So far i'm only pessimistic when it comes to love because I think the whole fairy tale thing is a bunch of bullshit and quite frankly its nauseating. But these to are different. They are so perfectly in love but they are far from perfect. Just because love is depicted in fairy tales doesn't meant that its the definition of it. Love isn't a fairy tale. Its just love. No matter what the form, its love. More importantly, it is possible and definitely not as scary as monsters in the closet. Maybe I should stop running away from it now... Eh, how about a light jog? a brisk walk? a stroll through the park in the opposite direction? hmm yeah that sounds good. It could still catch up to me if it really wants to.



... to another day down