Boo College

Sarah, I am so sorry for everything that is going on with you right now, and I completely understand how you feel. I haven't seen my Joey since August 25. That is exactly two months ago today, and I sometimes forget how happy we were before. We call each other all the time, but usually it's only for a few moments - our schedules conflict so much that it's almost impossible to have a meaningful conversation. It's so, so hard. I hate it.

I know this is a weird topic to follow, but in order to change the font/color and stuff like that, you have to click the 'compose' tab in the right corner of the text box. To make a new paragraph, I click the quotations box, which allows me to start another line down. Hah, so yeah. Woo.

In other news...I am going to Chicago this weekend. It's weird that I'll be so close to all of you, without actually getting to see you. I miss you sooooo much! I really want to show you my school, and my New York! It's so amazing here. Just hard. Really hard. I suck at lit. Apparently, even beloved Mrs. Batenhorst is totally, 100% wrong on a lot of things. Like, you're not supposed to underline titles. Or start with your strongest piece of evidence and work your way down to the weakest. It seems almost like everything I learned in high school is being stomped on, spit on, and flushed down the toilet. I almost question why they make us learn everything just so we can unlearn it all again, and then get looked at as if we're the idiots. Whatever.

Sarah darling, I will send you a message on facebook with my address. Yay presents! Boo school! Heart you all!