unprepared on all accounts

Spring semester for Western Kentucky University ended in May.
Around the 20th or so if I recall correctly, which is, in fact, a rarity,
so do not, dear readers take my word for it.

That being said, the 20th of May commenced my pining for the town of Bowling Green, the routine of school, and the presence of the people with whom I had grown to love.
This dazed state of inactivity and boredom, interrupted only by video chats and trips to the drive-in ended rather unexpectedly around the 21st of June when I left behind the shining city of Greensburg for an out of way camp called Crescendo.
If for no other reason than convenience, I shall from this point on refer to my summer in parts.

Part 1: The Great Slumber; mainly due to the fact that I rarely, if ever, excaped the grasping claws of my bed sheets.
Part 2: Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

It was around the beginning of S.S.E.N (I enjoy acronyms) that I finally began to not only make my peace with being away from Bowling Green and the college environment but to actually enjoy the sunshiny reprieve from the constant stream of papers, exams, and the neverending stress to "make the grade" and "be the top".
Note to Hunter: Self motivation can be very unrelenting.

And now the date, as of 22 minutes ago CST, is August 5th, 2009.
Just to clue you in, classes for the Fall Semester begin for Western Kentucky University on August 31, 2009.
That leaves exactly 17 days until I will be moving my self and my belongings up to Minton Hall, floor 6, with one Savanna Gulley.
Tell me please, where the time went.
The plans to visit here, to go there, to grow as a person before entering the nonstop parade of the American college student.

Only now, when I had finally begun to enjoy this life, is the other calling me to its return.
How on Earth can one exist in two lives for four, grueling years without losing track of self identity?
A few months here, a week there, pack up and home again; the process never stops.

Yes, I am sure I will "get back into the swing of things" as Gare Bear gushed in his last email.
I only wish that I had held a greater appreciation for the life of home while I still had the chance.
19 years of experience in the realization that one shouldn't wish her life away,
and yet here I am.
Continuing in the same bad habits.

So I suppose my advice to you, whoever and wherever you are in this world wide web, is simply this: do not fight the cliches.
When you are tired of forevermore hearing the words: "you don't know what you have, until it's gone"; take a deep sigh, and look around you.
Enjoy the arguments with your moms,
the giggling with your grandmas,
the toothless grins of your nephews,
and the warmth that spreads over you in your hometown churches.
Enjoy the reprieves and the last lingering moments of childhood and store them away.
Hold them close for a rainy day away from home.
Appreciate it.
Love it.

That is all.