I will see you there or I will see you another time!

The semester is over. I am a good combination of really excited, happy, ecstatic, and a little sad. The only reason that I'm sad is because I won't be in Austin for the next 5 weeks, but lucky for me, I'll get to be home with my best friends! We already have a lot of stuff planned, and it should be better than last Christmas break, and that's really saying something.
This has easily been the best semester so far in Austin. I've partied the hardest than I ever have, and I'm going to get a 4.0 even though I've had the toughest classes that I've ever had. And all of that happened without me having a car. Luckily, the part about the car changes in January.
I've also learned a lot of stuff outside of school here, but I think I covered that in the last post.
I've also met a lot more people that go to this school. Obviously I've met some freshman, but I think its also cool to meet more people that are in your grade or older. Frisbee, for example. There were a lot of seniors this year, and one, Alex, is graduating and moving back to Oregon. It was kind of weird saying goodbye...all that you can really force out of yourself is a "Good luck." But fortunately, that's life and it happens to everyone.
Thankfully, January is a whole new semester and there are going to be a ton of new people to meet, especially in my classes. However, I think its cool having the same core group in all of your classes.
I've also already started looking ahead to junior year. I've talked to a few kids here, and we're all looking to get a house for that school year. I honestly don't want to have a place where we throw a party every other weekend, but if we can throw one or two a semester, and its the kind of party that people can look back on because it exemplified their four years of college, that will be good enough for me.
Because I think that's what we're all put here for: to leave our mark on something. My only goal for these three and a half years here is to be able to come back here when I'm 35, see a building or something like that, smile, and think "That was me....I did that." I really don't know what the sight I'm looking at will be, but I'm sure I'll figure it all out one day.
But now, its time to celebrate the fact that I have no worries for the next 5 weeks (except for coming up with beer money somehow) and then to recover in time to be up by 8am tomorrow morning. I think I said this when I left home so I'll say it again: catch you on the flip side!