That's right: a week from tomorrow I will be a student once again. I'm kind of excited, but also not, because I've been through enough syllabus weeks before to be blase about it.
This week was pretty busy: I had my car checked over to make sure it was in good condition (it is). I went to the dentist on Thursday, and took myself to the local art museum afterwards. That was really interesting and I'm going to have to go back there—it's a lot more fun when it's self-directed! The last time I was there was a field trip in high school, and before that I was either too young to appreciate the matter or busy trying to keep track of both parents and my grandmother. Visiting by myself was a total change of pace.
On Friday, I picked up my eyeglasses. I didn't tell Dad about this and I'm waiting until he notices. So far, he hasn't said anything. If that doesn't change this week, I'll need to be more obvious somehow—perhaps switching pairs when I leave the room briefly. Admittedly, the frames aren't all that different, but my old pair were kind of skewed on my face, so I thought it was a noticeable shift. But we're all self-involved like that.
This weekend had multiple social outings, so I'm a little over-extroverted right now. This coming week entails multiple orientations in Lawrence, which may have a similar effect, but there's a couple of days before that starts, and it's nothing like Boiler Gold Rush. I expect to be well-rested for the start of my first semester of graduate school.
