After my last post, summer finally shaped up and was much more enjoyable and when it came time to come back to BC for band camp, I actually was a little sad, but no such sad feelings remain anymore. That's one of the amazing things about this school- every semester, I love it more. As I was introduced to all the freshmen registering for band camp a couple weeks ago, I just wished I could explain to them how important it was going to be to take advantage of everything at this school, and how fast the semesters would fly by. I've still got two years left, and I'm already having anxiety about my time at BC coming to an end.
One of the biggest things I'm freaking out about is going abroad next semester. It doesn't help that I sent in my application 2 months ago, but the program still has not received my recs from professors, and the application deadline is in just over one month. I realize that's still a long time, but I'm still kind of freaking out. And not just about my incomplete application, but about leaving BC. I'm not afraid of actually being abroad, but I'm sad about being away from BC for a semester. But as a friend of mine said, has anyone that's come back from being abroad ever regretted their experience? No.
So it's the last day before classes, aka the last day of freedom, so my roommates and I are going to continue our Harry Potter and Sex and the City marathon. Cheers!
