Reflections

After several months with a new laptop, today I'm finally installing itunes and bringing my music over from my external hard drive. And, of course, you'll never know what to expect when you open an external filled with several years' worth of personal, personal shit.

I guess what's really remarkable about what I found and read is how much I lost with the beginning of college. When I look back at the decisions I made, I feel as if I made so many wrong ones* - choosing a school farther from home than I realized, where I knew absolutely no one, and in a town where there was nearly nothing available for entertainment. It's as if I set myself up perfectly for disaster.

Overall, I think my college has its merits, but I'm really disheartened that I come away from it feeling like it lied to me about what it had to offer; like it let me down.

*When I evaluate my college experience, I exclude my relationship and eventual marriage with John from the opinion. One could argue, "if you never went to that college, you would never have met him...yadda yadda yadda," but I think this line of reasoning interferes with a truthful evaluation since meeting a future spouse was not what I went to college for and therefore not one of my goals while I was there.