The mono is mostly gone now. It never hit too hard--I got a little extra sleep for a couple weeks and had a ginormous lymph node, but it never really debilitated me. My life is pathetic enough that I can pinpoint the date that I contracted it (and in the long run, I gotta say, not worth it). I can also pinpoint an occasion when I'm a bit shocked I didn't pass it on, but... some people are just lucky I guess. It also cut down my appetite a bit, so I'm pretty sure I lost a few pounds, which I'm definitely not complaining about.
I turn 21 in just a couple days. I've got my barhopping planned, and it works conveniently around my finals schedule. I have mixed feelings about the whole "being older" thing, but mostly those are related to me being emo (re: boys, if you couldn't guess).
I've got finals next week, which ought to be fun. Actually, I've already completed one final, so I've got three to go. The first is Tuesday afternoon and shouldn't be particularly difficult. Then Wednesday 8 a.m. I've got Cloud Physics, which isn't super-difficult material, but will require actual studying. And Thursday at 8 a.m. I have Atmospheric Dyanmics (die-namics), which I'm not particularly looking forward to. In fact, I'm already past the point of trying to "pass" the class (I would need a C to take the next course in the series), but I'm actually planning on studying to get the D rather than the F, so my GPA doesn't have to take too much of a hit. It will be a legitimate challenge, but I haven't given up entirely.
And then I get to take some time away, go home, go to Iowa to visit my niece. I feel like I've already missed too much of that. In the pictures, she's not tiny any more, and I'll never have another chance to see her that small. Stupid college, keeping me away from things that matter.
And then I come back to Oklahoma so that I can ride a charter bus to Macomb, Illinois, for "Camp NACURH," a.k.a. super-turbo housing conference. I'm looking forward to it, but I suspect I won't have as much fun as I have at past conference. As President, I'll be stuck in the boardroom rather than in the programming sessions, so that's a different type of experience entirely.
Being President apparently also means I'm going to lose all my friends next year, if the advisers' and my predecessor's warnings are to be taken at--well, just above--face value. So if I'm emo now, what am I going to be like when my friendships are weakened by stupid hierarchies of power? I seriously questioned the other night whether it would be worth it. In fact, I'm still questioning it.
So that's the scoop on my life over the last and next few months. Wootwoot.
