The school year is coming to a close for me and I haven't published an article since September.

So the question is, where have I been?

Let's take a journey through my year.

This year I started the school year with no worries. I had finally gotten my license and was ready to find a job to make money. Within a week or two I had a job at a restaurant where I knew I would not last. And yet, I did not quit. I remained at that restaurant until they finally "parted ways" with me. That's what my manager called it. He was a really Irish guy that I instantly connected with. I come to find out that his daughter has the same birthday as me and looks very similar to me. Maybe he sees her in me? Not meant to be creepy, just a guess.

I tried working at a haunted house but knew pretty soon that I wouldn't last either. The first night I was in the final room at the haunt. I hadn't really had anything to eat that day. I ate a huge cinnamon bun that I got from the vending machine in my building. I bought another one that I would save for later.

My job was to scream for my life as a multi-faced clown tortured and turned me into a clown. A lack of food combined with method acting was my downfall. Pretty soon I was disassociating like never before. The sights, sounds, and smells were too much for me. I had to leave the haunt. I was picked up by my friend and had one of the worst panic attacks I've had of my life. The person in the backseat with me was wonderful and kept me calm but they ate all my chicken nuggets.

I ate Fruity Pebbles alone in my dorm room on Thanksgiving.

I had a class called Interpretation of Fiction and it made me remember my love for reading and writing. Unfortunately, that was short-lived and only now am I attempting to read and write more. Why is that?

I discovered the beauty that is "The Original Brooklyn Water Bagel Co." and indulged in the large iced coffees with the large coffee ice cubes.

Over the break I grew closer to my family in the North. At the same time, I was moving further and further away from a person I had pursued despite my best senses. (This seems to be a common occurrence.) It all came to a head one fateful night at 11:00PM in my grandparent's basement when I asked this 23-year-old grown man when he would get his driver's license. It all went downhill from there and I entered 2017 without him. . . over FaceTime.

I arrived in Florida and decided to end my winter break with a spontaneous trip to Vero Beach to see a new friend. <3

I entered the semester with a strange feeling but hoped for the best. I began work on casting The Vagina Monologues and that's when my entire semester became a blur. I had never directed a show before and I was taking 17 credit hours. That was probably a bad idea but I like to hurt myself.

Ahahaha....ha..

The monologues ended and I was left with a bunch of classes I had lost time in. I withdrew from my math course for a second time because I wasn't ready to fail my first college class. Now I need to go to "Math Bootcamp" to avoid death.

I changed my major and want to take on two minors. Once again, I like to hurt myself. Hah...haaaaah.

I must move out of my room by May 4 at the latest. At first I wanted to find a place to live in the area but soon I realized that would not happen within the time I wanted it to.

I will be trading palm trees for maples this summer. Let the games begin! Good luck with finals everyone!