It's always difficult to put a price on happiness, or even to define true joy within the conditions of human retrospect. Laying in bed tonight, I came to the stark realization that graduating from high school, no, entering college, has been one of the best and happiest transitions I have ever endured. I say endured because the transition wasn't exactly a brisk walk in the park, and I say stark because I hadn't come to full terms with such an epiphany in it's rawest form as of late. Ask me what my most fondest memories of the past two years in college are and I will spit them out without a second pause. They've always lingered in my memory as just that, memories, but I've never brought forth the courage to analyze them as anything more than precious. Perhaps my resentment toward entering a world of futile responsibilities and mundane schedules has manifested tenfold since the start of my summer. Yes, quite. I am scared to graduate and although it shall be a move toward higher education nonetheless, it'll be different altogether. My happiest memories of college revolve around affection and comfort--times of ne'er do well phases, moments of truth, and simply knowing that everything would possibly probably be quite fine. As for this summer, I won't have that. I mean, I will be lucky to prove ownership for a partial fill, but until August rolls around again... it's hard for me to type such a cliche but, it's really all up in the air.
On a side note, I only just realized that my Art 176 class for summer school is in the second session... not for another two months. Nice one, self. You always manage to bring out the best in me.
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