Finals are over and I am back in my mother's house. I spent 10 years in this house but it no longer feels at all like home. I know that's part of being a grownup but still, how sad. Little things are bugging me about being here, like the fact I seem to be the only person who knows how to knock being walking into a room that someone else is in with the door closed. Grrr! I so don't wanna be here anymore. I don't know what I'm going to do if I get kicked out of college for a semester and have to stay here for 6 months. At least I should know about the school thing by next week.
Wish me luck!
Wish me luck!