I find myself back in Orange City.
I went home, I promise. Summer class just brought be back less than two weeks later.
It's been a pretty quiet summer so far, unless you ask my parents. Having four kids in the house again means the volume levels have risen about ten decibels. We tend to be quite loud when in large group situations, if you count all four of us a large group. My parents probably do...
I have been doing homework, sleeping, spending time with friends and family, watching TV. In other words, not being terribly productive in real life terms. It's kinda driving me nuts. I just haven't had the umph to figure out what to do all the time. I staying busy enough for now, I guess.
Summer is strange. Going home is strange. Maybe I'm the strange one. I don't know. It hasn't been the most exciting transition. Someone told me yesterday that there has to be boring times so we recognize the exciting ones. I guess it's true.
On the positive note, I've been reading a lot of good plays for my summer class. That's been fun. Doing the homework, not so much. I didn't anticipate how hard it would be to get my brain to keep doing homework once summer started. Not easy. Not easy at all. It's protesting all the way. But the class is done on Friday, so I think I can survive that long. We shall see.
Until next time.
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