Year 1 in review

So, my first year at Wellesley is over. Big sigh of relief. I didn't fail anything, and I actually got decent grades. I made some wonderful friends, but I didn't find a niche outside of the activities I engaged in. I studied some incredibly interesting things, and some not so interesting things (but mostly interesting things). I had a wonderful roommate, and I was very lonely. I learned that my time management skills suck. I was the darling of the music department (or at least Marion Dry), and then when I asked for more, I fell from grace. I met some wonderful alums, and some alums that make me wish I was not and had had never been associated with Wellesley. I spent a lot of time in my room. My sleep schedule went crazy. I did too much. I didn't do enough. I didn't meet any potential love interests. Mr Darcy still only resides within the pages of P&P. I didn't read more than 2 books for pleasure, if that many. I missed my family. I cried a lot.

Yeah. Wellesley isn't sitting too well in my memory right now.

Frustrated.

I don't know why. I just am. I can't find what I'm looking for, I can't decide if Wellesley is the right place for me, I can't figure out what I want. Don't know what I want to do, don't know what I'm good at, don't know where I should be or who I should be with. I get frustrated with people who can't let go of their immature prejudices.

I'm not tired of home, and I definitely don't want to go back to Wellesley yet. But I am tired. And cranky.