I’m guessing everyone has already come to this assumption, but I’m coming back to Hope next year.
Just thought I would put this out there. I realized yesterday that I’ve not really told anyone I made this decision except the very small handful of people here who I told I may not return.
I won’t say I’m going to stay here through all of my college years. Because you never know how God works, except that it’s for our good. But I’ll be coming back next year.
I met up yesterday with the girl I’ll be rooming with next year. I think it’s going to be a pretty epic fit. Of course, then again, I’m the type of person who will get along with just about anyone because I absolutely loathe conflict of any sort so I’ll just do whatever they tell me to and not complain. I guess that’s a good thing…? =P And our room next year is like, twice as big as mine is now. So. Happy.
And also, I decided my major. I’ll be doing English with a double-minor in dance and writing. Possibly. I’m not 100% sure about the writing minor. But I’m thinking I’ll probably end up with enough credits in writing classes that I may as well just go for the minor.
Yep. And my research paper is calling, so I gotta go.
Six more days. I have six more days. And then I’m outta here.