This Long Awaited Entry

     I was a freshman in high school when I began this, right? Or eighth grade... I can quite remember. I'm pretty sure I was 14 though. The point is... after all that the band, theater, evil math classes, accidents, horses, Ireland, Paris, reenactments, more horses... after all of that I am sitting here now writing this from a dorm room at Ohio University.
    There was definitely a glimmer of nervousness, but overall I had been long overdue to go to school, while I love them dearly I was very much done with the living at home, the constant isolation from people my age, and gosh I even was bored of NOT going to school, so here I am, and I can positively say that I am happy. I was confidently striding up morton hill (which I finally learned the name of) from the dining hall where I had a leisurely late breakfast. (If you can arrive by 10:45 you can get you're cereal and coffee in peace before that annoying early lunch 11 am crowd bursts in, by which point you've already claimed the entire booth in the corner.) anyway... I was confidently striding up Morton hill. The air was chilly, and I was wrapped in my heavy ski parka, but had that gentle promise of warm and spring, a few months to come yes, but it's on its way. Spring always brings me smiles, its my favorite season, and I cannot help but feel pure glee when I feel that promise, so I was in fantastic mood, despite my calves truly burning from the ballet class I spontaneously took last night (and no, I do not dance... but it was fun and I shall go back). I realized that I had been here a full week, and the campus already felt like home.
    It was a long week for sure, classes, clubs, meetings, new friends, embarrassment and confusion, fun and laughter. In summery a very long week, but I have come out of it strong, knowing that the horror of switching schools last minute (seriously kids, just pick one), and the last minute rush to get everything packed and ready (watch the show Gilmore girls, season 4 for a nice visual), was all worth it. Because I have a place not only to get that high esteemed education, but also a place to grow, to find lifelong friends, to try out things I wouldn't have imagined (I shall begin my fencing lessons sunday, my swing dance on wednesday, and Thursday attend another ASL meeting), maybe another place would have held me in the happy state I am experiencing, yes there is irritation and stress, without that it would be worrying, but it is that knowledge that I have once again found the lock to my key, a place that fits snuggly and tight, and so... I am happy.

Sorry for the usual number of grammatical errors. I wrote this without my glasses and am half asleep. Cheers!