It’s 12:09 AM.  I’m going home today.  For real.

I’m not sure how I feel about this.  I guess I was expecting to feel diff  I guess I was excited to leave Ann Arbor, and I am.  I am excited to do what I want with my time.  I’m excited to learn on my own.  I’m excited to see my friends and family.  I’m ready for a non-university life again.  But, I thought I’d be more excited than I am now.  Why I feel this way is not why others might expect.  I’m not disappointed to leave this place because I’m going to miss friends (even though I will) or the next party.  I’m nervous about leaving here because I don’t know that ive gotten any farther.  I don’t know if I’ve made any progress in life.

A cynical thing to say,  yes.  But really.  I’m living a life that’s no different than the one before.  I understand and wholeheartedly believe that the friendships and experiences that I have here are what is going to make college for me, but really…should I feel like I’ve improved as a person?

I don’t know what the hell ive learned this year.

Okay.  I must list and reflect.  Idea generation time.

I’ve learned that learned that

Scratch that.  I’m not ready to write this. Good night.