I realized that sometimes I don’t write exactly what I wish I could write here.
That’s because people I know read this column. So how could I sit there and bitch about them in it without dealing with the repercussions?
I guess I whine enough about everything, so it’s not too big of a deal, and I’m pretty sure I’d say some venting bull that I’d regret later. Then there is the fact that my mother reads this. Talking about college life in a column when your mom reads it is dangerous.
So I skip past the ideas of writing of parties, risky adventures and having sex with my boyfriend and I stick with rants and rambles. I think I don’t care at this point. I’m 20, and in college. I think she realizes what’s going on (at least I hope so). Even though I think I’ll skip giving her this edition of the paper next time I see her.
Now that’s out of the way, maybe I’ll think of something more interesting to write about without worrying. I have begun to think Castleton is not the place for me. Maybe Vermont isn’t the place for me. I’m not sure yet. But I’m done with being safe. I went to this school because it was safe and easy. Close to home, cheap, comfortable. No real big risk involved. I’m ready for a risk.
I’m transferring next year, if all goes as planned. For once in my life I’m actually making a step I feel really good about. I pushed myself into high school, and I came here on my own, but it always seemed as if I just took the easy road.
No longer.
I’ve got a plan, a good plan. Well sort of. I know what I want to do, and what I need to do. Now I just need a location. The perfect location. The first time I looked for schools, it took like five minutes. I was like “Hey Castleton has my program, it’s close. Ok looks good.” This time I’m like “What’s in the area? What will apartments costs? Do they have both programs I am looking for?” and all of those questions I should have had the first time around.
I guess I just didn’t have enough help. I’m making sure I get as much help as I can this time. I feel grown up, it’s pretty cool. I know I’ll miss Castleton and the good times I’ve had and am going to have. But it seems time to move on. Here’s to figuring out all of this crap ASAP.
I’m going to change topics now because that is all I have to say about that. You know what is one of the best items to have in your possession? An advantage card from Price Chopper. I know this sounds ridiculous but it is like a slice of heaven. This is an absolute priority for college students these days. Cheese Doodles, 2 for $1.69? I say yes.
You never realize how much food is until you actually have to pay for it. And it’s like a game. “Let’s find every buy one get one deal in the store!” There is always buy one get ones. This is so you buy more crap, even if you don’t actually need it.
Cheese Doodles are delicious, but are they a necessary to my diet? No.
Oh well, they taste good.
It will be so weird when I actually have to buy all of my own food. That’s a scary thought. I have this nifty little meal plan right now that even if the food is not always what you want, it’s there and you can pay it back later. But real food in the real world costs money NOW. It’s funny how that even in college you still aren’t fully immersed in the real world, unless you live off campus and have to buy all of your own stuff.
Speaking of, I can’t wait for the free food that awaits me over November break. Just one more semester of this lovely perk of being close to home, then it’s time for the big show.