But Who's Counting?

I officially have 28 days until I'm back in the 518, but...Read:title! When I really think about it, I have absolutely loved spending the summer with my parents, who lets face it, I barely get to see the majority of the year, and also the lack of school work I've had to do. On another note, I've had a lack of everything to do, which has made me a little stir crazy, which the couple of loved ones of mine know more than well. I've played lots of tennis, played more tennis, worked out, complained about the sick heat, and then watched endless cartoons. A few months ago I was begging for this, but now, it cannot end faster. Possibly the part that has made it hard is the feeling of loneliness. I understand people have lives, and just because at the moment I don't, doesn't mean there's stops, but at the end of the day there's only so much "me-time" I can take.

Looking on to my upcoming junior year, I smile and then have a seizing panic attack because I start to realize how hard it's going to be, and how important it is being the last year I get to show off to my future college. Anyway, I've been seriously stressing out about it for the last few days, but I've got to learn to live in the moment and chill, just as I've had to do with a few other situations this summer, of which I would be nowhere without and that positively get me through every day.

We went over to pack up Caroline and Zach's truck the other day, so that they can drive 14 days across the country and end up in their new life and home of the great state of California. It was a sad departure, but so exciting to look onto something so big for them. It's crazy to watch time fly when you forget to keep track. Did I mention we picked the hottest day by record in Virginia in ten years?




As for now, I have a couple of the best things in my life in the next two years just waiting at my door step, and all I've got to do is stay focused and slowly but surely move the obstacles in front of the door out of the way for my full access. Things seem so far out of reach until you're holding them in your hand, but getting there can be half the fun.

Introduction

Thanks to my clever cousin Caroline (hello, alliteration! See, I've learned plenty!) I've decided to join the thousands of bloggers that post every day to inform and teach us of their fun, (sometimes boring/cookie-cutter/scrap booking), and unique lives. Personally, I decided to join the cult to share my experiences and learnings through my time at an all girls' boarding school in Albany, NY. *Read: No, that doesn't make me a lesbian, I promise.* By writing this blog as often as I can remember, I hope to inform those who have interest and a serious amount of time on their hands, and to stay better connected with my family who will feel obligated to get through every single character I type because they love me. A lot..

I applied to boarding school as a rising Sophomore, and after what seemed like endless hard work, money crunching, and anticipation, I found myself enrolled in one of the most prestigious all girls' private boarding schools in the country. That's a mouthful. But how exciting is that!? I knew I was among the lucky *very* few teenagers to ever come across such an experience, and I was ready to grab it by the reins and not take a single moment for granted. Going back to my old roots near Columbia County, I felt more at ease knowing I had what was practically family so close to me. And really, staying at school every weekend!? As if!

Being a competitive tennis player,(and trust me that makes me sound way more talented than I really am), I packed my bags, and journeyed 7 hours north for preseason for the very first time. I met my great room, my brand new roommate and housemates, and waved goodbye to my parents, because from that day forward, it was my time to shine. The girls were nice, my roommate and I clicked, and the 8 hours of tennis every day for 2 weeks straight made me too preoccupied (and tired/cranky/muscular) to notice much of anything. One thing I specifically remember my roommate and I saying is, "This still doesn't feel real. I feel like we're at summer camp, and it's just very, very long." Preseason was no doubt an awkward time. Not knowing a soul, and feeling very out of place, I wasn't completely prepared to be the new girl in a place I had previously expected to settle into so easily.

Two weeks and a Labor Day weekend in Columbia County flew by, and it was time for the first day of classes. I threw on my prep schooliest outfit, which I probably planned for two weeks, and strutted to the chapel with my head held high.

I look back on my last year at school and can truly say the good made up for and definitely outweighed the bad (the really, really bad). I greatly look forward to my (freezing cold) Junior and Senior year at school, and will enjoy continuing to post my lessons learned, struggles, endless Legally Blonde quotes and references, and great enjoyment that will come out of the next 18 months in school. Keep on reading!