Beach Bum in the Big Apple Part 4: Looks like we made it!
*** I just want to write that I am SO proud of all my fellow J-schoolers, we’re almost there! And I hope that 2012 will be a great year for everyone. ***
I’m so anxious right now. I just keep looking forward. I’m excited about school starting back up soon and I don’t want it to start. I’m so anxious and excited. I can’t wait.
I always get like this. I love pushing forward. Last month I couldn’t wait for Dec. 16, the last day of the first semester. The last day between me and a bus ride back to Virginia Beach, where I could get much needed hugs from my family. But that day didn’t come easy.
I had two things to do that day, a final exam for my legal class at 10 a.m. and a final broadcast-almost-live-studio-filming project at 2 p.m. And, that morning, I woke up at noon.
Of course I freaked out. I practically ejected out of bed when I realized I completely slept through my alarm/exam. I had an adrenaline rush fed by shame and fear the rest of the day. Thankfully my friend Minty talked to me on the phone before I got to school and convinced me things would work out. And thankfully I had an understanding professor that let me take the exam after my broadcast assignment, so things did work out.
It was a funny chain of events. I was so anxious and excited for Dec. 16 to come and go as soon as it could and I never heard my alarm, which just dragged out the whole day. The next day I was anxious and excited to go home for Christmas. I couldn’t wait to relax, to watch football with my dad, to go shopping with my ma and to hangout with my brother. And of course to cuddle with Chica and Chancho, my babies.
When I was on the bus heading back to NYC on Dec. 29, I was anxious and exited for New Years. I didn’t have a set plan yet, so it added to the excitement. My friend Courtney came with and we ended up going to a club/lounge with some friends of mine that live in my building. Before the ball dropped, as we stood in the club holding up glasses of champagne, I felt nervous. There’s something about counting down out loud that makes me feel…anxious and excited. I couldn’t wait for New Years, especially since it’s 2012 (dun dunn dunnnnnn!).
New Year’s Eve is one of my favorite holidays, besides Christmas and Halloween. It’s so reflective. I just like to think about what happened in the year, like how I ended up in grad school, and how I was celebrating New Years in NYC and was with a couple of great friends whom I had just met in 2011. I love the spontaneity life has, and I know it’s not always good. But sometimes when it’s good, it’s really fucking amazing.
I took to that champagne like I was chugging water after running a marathon. I mean, I feel like I did run a marathon. A triathlon. I survived my first semester of journalism hell, with all its hurdles…re-writes, daybooks, Final Cut Pro. I managed to get a better sense of direction, be better at judging character, and do laundry. I don’t feel like a total beach bum anymore. I don’t feel like a New Yorker either…sometimes I do though and I get excited about it (I know I’m a turd for writing that) . I’m anxious and excited about what 2012 holds. I can’t wait.