Short Epilogue

Notebook entries coming later. I'm lacking so much sleep right now to do this.

On the car trip home, I said that "no matter what you hear or see about it, you'll never really comprehend the academy in entirety." My part of this game is trying to bring that understanding and bring those lessons learned to my world.

Let me quote my AIM away message and Ayn's AIM away message to close this short thing out for now.

Mine:

I'm 3 weeks behind on sleep.
Leave me be. I'm 200 miles from those small dorms,
back to my own comfy bed, and what should be
considered normal.

Home is where the heart is. Part of me says I left it
200 miles away.

Ayn's:

Sleeping, dreaming of tiny dorm rooms, all the food you could ever want, and all the friends you could ever need. Don't wake me.

wtf?

Eh? Over already? WTF happened to the time?

Pics here.

Beginning to type up my notebook entries. All entries between Jun16 and Jun29 are assumed to be notebook entries.

I'm sitting here, writing on my notebook, at a loss of words. Bleh. I have a ton of pics that'd tell a much better story. I think I'll call Marcie, who's with some relatives here in Columbia.

Have a bit of free time right now, so I'm just lounging around and chilling in my room for now. Group meeting's at 1:50.

I'll start by saying that this place makes you break from the norm. It's actually the best experience I've ever had in my life. We're the crowning joy of the Missoury Department of Education. I'll also say I already hate it for the sole reason it has to end, and I have to go back to my regular school when it's done.

I've met a lot of new people, made a ton of close friends, and re-kindled some old acquaintences. I'll start with the latter of the bunch.

I used to live in Columbia years ago. Went to an elementary school here in Columbia until the end of second grade, when I moved to STL. That was what--8 years ago? Well, a guy I knew a while ago as a best friend is here at MSA.

Bah. Time's been creeping up on me. I took a few video panorama shots of my room as a mini-tour of my dorm stuffs. And I got a good # of pics. I'll have 'em whenever I can upload 'em.

Each Day, Another Story

So I haven't gathered thoughts in a while. What now? MSA is one of the best experiences ever to change a person. I don't want to get into that right now, though. Well, not many details at least.

Monday morning, I'm walking to my minor for the first time, and I'm bitching about how I want to find people who play DDR. I'm obviously pissed, and I already swearing about it. This one girl, Megan, overhears me and tells me she plays DDR and such. Coincidentally, I later find out she's in my minor. Major irony of situation.

---end, incomplete (lights out; sleep)---