Here we are at last. There are currently only nine hours separating me from ECOEE. I have nine hours until I’m taken for 17 weeks straight.
And I am so tired. The last few nights I’ve only slept a handful of hours and it is starting to take a toll. This Leader of the Week business has been a nightmare to get ready on top of all my other work. But we’re starting to feel confident and I’m oscillating between giddy, five year-old at Christmas to facing-the-firing-squad, emotionally. My stomach is in knots and my head aches. But hopefully when my schedule normalizes in a week, things get better.
I don’t know what to do right now. I don’t want to move but I have to because my bed is two blocks away. I was planning on working off of the International House’s school wifi, but it’s on the fritz. So I walked over to Horrabin Hall and am currently sitting outside of it working on my computer. It is less pleasant and hipstery sounding than you are thinking, trust me. There is nothing romantic about being tired out of your mind, in outdoorsy clothes hunched on a stone bench outside of a locked school building at 2:00 AM furiously typing on a laptop. It is miserable and I am terrified that a drunk kid is going to come up from behind me and attack me. The worst part about that would be the loss of my laptop with all of my assignments on it.
Anyways. Good night, all. I will see you when I see you.
Tomorrow I set foot upon the longest journey I have ever undertaken. Don’t wish me luck, because I won’t need it. Instead, wish for me to be tenacious and determined, so that I’m taken seriously and learn some serious shit.