Here we go

Well, the first half of my summer has officially begun. I started classes and they all seem pretty good. My Brazilian modernisms class seems particularly badass, two of my friends from last semester are in it, but we're already supposed to be thinking about final paper topics, which I find difficult considering I know next to nothing about Brazil and basically nothing about modern Brazilian art. Poetry and Lit look fine, although if we spend a lot of time talking about the definitions of simile, metaphor, personification, or irony, I think my brain will explode. I'm sorry, that sort of stuff just should not take up time in a 200-level English class at U of M. It just shouldn't. Haven't we been learning about these things since Elementary school?

First day of work went well, I suppose. It wasn't a super busy night but I think I'll get the feel for it sooner than later. The people seemed pretty friendly and all. Pay isn't awful. I hope I can bust my ass and move up. I think I'll be able to be away Memorial Day weekend to go visit Matty.

It's been okay but I've not even been home for a week. Time has slowed down. I was talking to Jen last night and I don't want to wish my life away, especially probably my last summer at home, but I don't want to be here. I love my Mom and Brian and want them to come home, but I don't want to be here. I want to be living in the Dewey house, with Mattison a five minute walk away on Woodlawn. Not hundreds of miles away. I miss Ann Arbor.