When trying to look back on my freshman year of college, I just get this blur of rainbows and a lot of walking and singing with Queer Chorus and late nights at coffee shops and I hear the faint laughter of friends coupled with a strong smell of pizza. But I can’t bring myself to write about specifics. Too much happened in what seems like just a moment of time. And I’m sitting here with nothing to do but relax (for the most part) and I’m so pumpedfor my second year of college.
I’ll be in the 6th cohort of PFP, I’ll be out of the dorms and living in my new apartment (which came to me in unfortunate and awkward circumstances but whatever because as far as I’m concerned, while my parents are in Houston the place is mine), I won’t be the awkward freshman anymore, and I have an amazing queer family by my side, including my perfect and cute girlfriend, and a job so I don’t have to live for weeks on $.049.
You would think that if my parents could drop cash on a condo for me that they would be able to pay for bills, internet, and food (or at least one of the three) so I wouldn’t have to break my neck working all the time and getting an education, but that isn’t the case. So break my neck I shall. But it’s a nice place, and I’m thankful for what they have done (even though it’s primarily an investment so they can sell it back for over what they bought it for when I’m through with college).
Hopefully this time next year I’ll have more of an idea of what I want to do with a degree in radio-television-film and i won’t be struggling with science or government classes like I did this semester. And hopefully all this family and money stress will be behind me.
I mean, while there’s a lot to complain about, a lot of good things are happening too. And I can’t ignore that just because all these problems are on the forefront of my mind at the moment.
also, gender. fff
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