Back to School

So I'm back. I admit I did plan on writing over the summer, but things "worked out" and I only came home from the lake a grand total of 4 or 5 times. My parents weren't happy and it made things stressful. But it was a break from reality I guess. I was still stressing over everything coming up in Senior Year.
So Paul is in Pittsburgh and LOVES his co-op, which is great news. Those 250 dollar plane tickets? Yeah, I bought them. Round trip. No stops. And I'm freaking out because I HATE planes. But I'm going. October 6th. Another nice little mini break from reality.

School has been hectic. My capping project is a blog. Surprise Surprise. Not really. But I'm actually exploring the application to grad programs on it. I'm conducting interviews with professors and current graduate students that graduated from Marist. I'm going to post my writing examples and my attempt at a personal statement. So hopefully it works well as a portfolio piece and as a way for me to organize my thoughts and the smooth the application process. I've been doing A LOT of interviewing between Capping and my Sports Reporting class. Good practice. I haven't stopped writing.

Running...now that's another fish to fry. I started Singulair to help with the breathing. It seems to work. Except I raced Saturday at VCP. Halfway through the back hills, my breathing turned around and I think I actually started turning blue. I was seeing everything in fuzzy colors by the time I stepped on the finish mat. No idea how I held out. My right lung felt like someone was squeezing it, much like a damp dishrag that you're trying to get the last droplets of water out of. Painful. I was second for the team and actually ran faster than my freshman year time on the course. I still have some work to do, but it's a start. I might be doubling up and using my inhaler with the Singulair. I used to have such great lung capacity. Sigh.

I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel though. I'm excited to move on with life, but nervous. I'm applying to grad programs, but may very well wait a couple years and just work to earn some money. I might do a low-res program so I can stay at home to study. I might try and get into the sports world either at ESPN or at a school, promoting the sports programs. I don't know. I'm scared. Really. I have good days, start to relax and then my thoughts wander to these scary thoughts and I stress stress stress.

Sooo...I have practice to attend. It's finally a little cooler out. I want winter. And snow. I really wish Paul would be around. It's been hard. I talk to him, feel better, then realize just how far he is and how I can't just hop on a train one weekend. I miss him standing at the station, casually leaned up against a pillar, grinning as I trip down the narrow metal ladder on the train. I'm trying to grow up and make those fond memories, not something that makes me cry.

And while this is in the VERY early stages, PLEASE follow my blog! It will have some interesting writing samples that I'm sending to these programs. Also some interesting asides and interviews. Hope to see some followers there :) Tell friends!!!!

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 Just some summer pictures I took, with the exception of the one of me wakesurfing haha