I'm elated because tomorrow is my last day of work. I quit Tuesday instead of Friday so I'd have time to pack and take a couple of days off. I wish I had quit a week or two ago, but I needed the money. So only one more day, and I'm free of that place! At least until Christmas break.

I'm starting to get excited about going back to college. Talking to my roommate makes me even more so. My roommate and I are complete opposites, and we know this, so it's kind of funny that we ended up rooming together. I've never been much of a believer in the whole opposites attract thing, but I'm not really worried about it. I think it'll be fun. As long as she doesn't get mad at me for staying up so late.

I have high hopes for the upcoming school year. Then again, I start every school year with high hopes. It isn't until late October/early November that these high hopes dissipate into mediocre hopes. I always start with optimism, which lasts until I get stressed out or worried about things or until there is nothing left to fuel my initial optimism. September and the start of the next school year always feels more like a new year than the actual holiday in January. It's a chance to start over with a new attitude and redo things you didn't like or continue things left incomplete. Last year I felt the need redo things, but this year I just want to continue where I left off. I'm excited to see how things unfold this year, but am most apprehensive about much of the drama that accompanies college. It seems like the simplest things can easily get blown out of proportion. I prefer to stay in my own little bubble world. Despite any of my trepidations, I feel fairly confident that the upcoming year will be better than the last.