December 10 2010 / MV Explorer

Well, I guess that’s it, then.  Today was our last final in Global Studies.  It was complete and utter pwnage all across the board, from what I heard, though the subject of it was the source of much entertainment for me all morning long (“dude, only squares pass.  Don’t even go!”).  But now I’m all finished!  Exams in WIHC and CSI went okay, about as well as expected but I feel as though I did better on both of those than the midterms, so I guess we’ll have to see.  Anthropology of Tourism was a cinch.  Not sure how my poems went… I’m going to go with Martha to see Cushman tomorrow.  I’m really nervous about it for some reason.  I don’t even want an A for the GPA, I want an A because it means that Cushman thought I was awesome.  Anything less will be pretty disappointing, because I worked intensely for that class.  I hope it shows in my poetry… I guess we’ll see. 

Martha, Lorelei and I got ready for the Ambassador’s Ball tonight together.  We were all sitting at the same table with Jared and Julie.  DINNER WAS DELICIOUS.  Broccoli and cheese soup, caesar salad, bruschetta, filet mignon… om nom nom.  Dean Sue gave a really cute toast (we got champagne in real glasses! :o), and I thoroughly enjoyed eating much of Martha and Jared’s bruschetta, soup, and champagne—gotta love those picky eaters.   I want to eat nothing but bruschetta and caprese when I return home. 

There was then a little dance type deal on deck 7 and in the Union, which we attacked for a little while.  Then I headed back to my room and took a shower—Julie, Lorelei and Martha are going to come over and we’re going to have a sleeeeeepover!  Usually I’m not one for sleepovers but I feel as though this shall be a most epic sleepover.  We are going to watch some sort of romantic comedy movie, which hopefully does not make me depressed because I have not watched a romantic movie of any kind for about two years or so.  :O

For some reason I am more anxious about this coming home business than I was about my finals.  I definitely do this every year, going back home from Chapman or, from here, from… the entire world.  I don’t know why I feel so strange.  REVERSE CULTURE SHOCK LAWL.  I’m sure I will feel so much better when I just give my dad a hug and see all my friends again at Chapman and then come back home… hmm.  I guess I must just feel listless.  There’s nothing that I’m planning for, I suppose.  We’ll see! 

Packing is going to be so intense soon…