Checkpoint

In two days, the first two years of my college career will be officially complete. The weight of this reality has yet to fully sink in, but I do feel that this has all gone by far too quickly. I've realized over the years that I'm a person who fears uncertainty. When the future is nothing but uncertainty, I try to ignore it as long as humanly possible. During our fine days back at Neshaminy, I put off looking into university literally until the spring of our senior year, when I took one single day to tour two colleges. It was enough to make me sick, and that was that. If I could have controlled time, I would have slowed it down to a standstill, so that I wouldn't have had to ever leave my comfort zone.

It turns out the future held wonderful things for me, as I am loving my time at Villanova, and I'm better off for it. So the prospect of taking a step into the great unknown that is life frightens me just as much as it did before. Time flows like a small, helpless child down the fierce rapids. The fierce rapids of doom. As much as uncertainty rattles me to the core, I know that really good, well written chapters must end for new ones to emerge. But when you're in the thick of those brilliantly entertaining chapters, you wish there was a way that they could go on forever.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We've arrived at a checkpoint. A midway gate. Whatever you want to call it. It's time to appreciate what we've done since we left Neshaminy, and look forward to what lies ahead. Now, I realize this doesn't correlate that well to a video game-type checkpoint, because you don't get to start over from such a point if you die on your adventures from here on out. Nor would you get to start over all the way from the beginning (or maybe you do, if you believe in such philosophical theories of life loops). Regardless, let's make this summer a completely badass one.

I had an 8 am exam for the second straight day this morning. Painful. It's a class called "Politics, Business, and Society," and even after taking the final, I'm really not sure if I know anything at all about the subject. I was able to write a bunch of stuff down on paper, but did I actually understand the essence of anything I wrote? Who knows? Who cares?! It's over, and I'm done with that. The professor for that class though, my good buddy Satya, wins the award for coolest professor of the semester. His Indian accent was so fun to listen to, and the way he posed questions to students was always so awkward / innocent / hilarious. "So what do you think of this lecture? Interesting? Boring? Exciting? Which one is it?"

Lunch:
Chicken tenders with fries, accompanied by ranch dipping sauce. I had a chocolate milkshake a few minutes later.

Dinner:
A few bites of bad lasagna. A few bites of bad flounder. And bread and butter!

See y'all in a few days, hopefully!