I Am Falling in Love
Yes, bad news folks. I think I am actually starting to love things out here. Of course, I will never love Los Angeles, but I am starting to finally pick up on how many wonderful experiences there are to be had out in here in Los Angeles. Walking around campus and just feeling immersed in the happenings, I just felt this sense of luck and happiness to be having this experience.
This isn't to say I hated it before, but I used to feel cynical and definitely hated Los Angeles, but I am beginning to see the thing that so many people love about the place. Never will I choose to live here, because of the pollution and traffic, but there are a wealth of amazing things always happening here. And no one can deny that over the last few weeks, it has been some of the most beautiful weather. Often I found myself leaving for class early just so I could go lay in the grass and watch the leaves of the trees highlighted by the sun (which made each and everyone glow). How can't I love it here?
And even my classes, which I have been enjoying all semester, seem ten times better. Maybe its that end of the semester feeling, but I think something about the professors drawing everything together just really makes me truly understand the larger meaning.
Today, although hectic with registration stuff, had to be one of the best days in a long time. I just felt a sense of euphoria, a sense that everything is going so great. And also an eager excitement for next semester. I truly am going to miss my class this semester, and really, I think a few extra weeks would be nice.
Finally, I think that despite the stress of the last couple of weeks of class/exams, this is the time that I love the most. A sense of working towards closure, a sense of making an accomplishment of my own (whether a final or a long paper). Call me a freak, but there is something great about when I truly devote myself to class work and really put my own huge investment into my classes.
This isn't to say I hated it before, but I used to feel cynical and definitely hated Los Angeles, but I am beginning to see the thing that so many people love about the place. Never will I choose to live here, because of the pollution and traffic, but there are a wealth of amazing things always happening here. And no one can deny that over the last few weeks, it has been some of the most beautiful weather. Often I found myself leaving for class early just so I could go lay in the grass and watch the leaves of the trees highlighted by the sun (which made each and everyone glow). How can't I love it here?
And even my classes, which I have been enjoying all semester, seem ten times better. Maybe its that end of the semester feeling, but I think something about the professors drawing everything together just really makes me truly understand the larger meaning.
Today, although hectic with registration stuff, had to be one of the best days in a long time. I just felt a sense of euphoria, a sense that everything is going so great. And also an eager excitement for next semester. I truly am going to miss my class this semester, and really, I think a few extra weeks would be nice.
Finally, I think that despite the stress of the last couple of weeks of class/exams, this is the time that I love the most. A sense of working towards closure, a sense of making an accomplishment of my own (whether a final or a long paper). Call me a freak, but there is something great about when I truly devote myself to class work and really put my own huge investment into my classes.
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