Get this. Today is January the fourth. As in, exactly one week from today I am expected to be back on campus, going to class and BEING PRODUCTIVE. (Why, God? Why?)
In light of this I thought I'd talk a little bit about being back home for these three and a half weeks, as short as they seem/seemed.
1) My family. This may come as a surprise to some of you, since I'm a naturally loud, outgoing, and headstrong person, but for the seventeen years I spent with my family 24/7, I spent most of my time locked up in my room, doing things that didn't necessarily involve socializing with my family (i.e. reading, listening to music, dancing around like an idiot, etc.) Now, though, since I hardly spend any time with them anymore, I usually just sit downstairs and watch TV (which may not seem much better, but hey, it's a family thing.) This is especially true with my brother. You know, we do the whole sibling 'I-don't-like-you' thing, but whenever I come home after being at school it's like, 'Dude, when did you suddenly become a cool person?'
2) Friends. Everyone I know can pretty much attest to the fact that I'm a pretty antisocial person. I don't mean this in the way that I don't have friends; actually, I'd consider myself pretty good at making friends. I just mean that I am a girl who needs her alone-time. With the exception of approximately five of my friends in the whole world, I think I might puke if I spent every day with my buds. Seriously. And as Lydia or Becky or Caitie can probably tell you, before I graduated high school I spent maybe a day a month with them outside school. (In all fairness, this is probably why I hate the idea of having a boyfriend - too much social work.) However, now that I never see any of them, I'm over at their place or they're over at mine ALL THE TIME. Which is totally awesome - I love you guys.
3) Clothing. I have to keep reminding myself that while there is no dress code at EKU, it would still be a good idea to dress slightly more nice than I usually do nowadays. For example, wearing the same smelly sweatpants four days in a row is marginally less acceptable around the Burg than it is at school. No one really cares what you look like at college, which I gotta say is refreshing. (Not that I cared about that sort of thing even before college, but whatever.)
4) Money. I'm a scholarship kid, and my parents (currently) aren't paying for any of my schooling, unless you count the little student loan they helped me get. What my scholarship didn't cover, the loan does, and I even have leftover money from the loan. Plus I got a nice little scholarship from my church, which is awesome. This is the first time in my life I have ever really had substantial money of my own to spend. But it's a double-edged sword, because I now have to pay for everything myself. PAIN. It's nice, though, coming home from college, because everyone remembers that you're a broke college kid, and starts picking up tabs, inviting you over for free meals, blah blah blah. (And in case you DIDN'T already figure this out, I have the practice of mooching down to an ART.) It was weird, saying, 'I need some new black slacks' and my mom answering, 'I'll give you some money.' I was all set to have to pay for it myself. (Not that I'm complaining.) And last weekend, Lydia and her sister and her dad and I went to see Avatar 3-D (which is an awesome movie, I've now seen it twice) and Lydia's dad paid for everything - the movie, lunch, the whole deal. (Joe, I LOVE YOU!)
In summary:
Pros of being home: Seeing family, seeing friends, getting money, not having to deal with my lame college friends. (KIDDING.)
Cons of being home: Having to actually pay attention to what I'm wearing.
I think I'll take that trade. The dorm gang will forgive me eventually. :)
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