So it's my last week of classes of my first year at university. And I'm still skipping astronomy to watch Doctor Who on Netflix instead. I think it's a pretty good substitute.
I guess I'm happy it's over? I dunno, I'm so out of touch with my feelings lately. More than anything I'm amazed at how quickly it went by. I cannot believe I've finished a year here. In some ways, it still feels like camp. I did smart camps in middle school & a bit in high school where I'd live at a university for a couple weeks, take "classes." And that's how university feels like--like I've been at nerd camp for a really effing long time. Except with fewer rules. Like at nerd camp they would never let me skip astronomy this much. I think the only reason I justify it is because I'm taking it pass/fail. Still feel the need to redeem myself to my readers by saying I got a solid A on my film paper. So yeah. But who cares if you think I'm dumb? I know I'm not. I'm... okay, I'm gonna stop.