The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service
So I was asked yesterday if I am happy. Happy with my life, happy with my direction, et al. I answered, "Yes, for the most part. I am." An honest reply, and I thought the inquisitor was posing the question of her own volition.
As it turns out, Melissa was the one really asking the question.
Maybe I shouldn't be getting so upset about this, but I don't think she deserves that answer. Yes, I am happy, but not because she "set me free to find the love of my life." That decision, while painful, wasn't what really did me in. It was her conscious betrayal not only of my trust but of my being. The resulting pain and confusion led to some bad decisions on my part (namely the whole fiasco with Kara). I don't blame her for my role in making those choices, but had she simply been honest with me, I would have been much more clear-headed this past winter.
But enough of that.
Good news: I've finally found some courses to fill the three credits I'm missing from percussion studio: Music Appreciation and Shakespeare I. Oddly enough, this makes me feel much more at ease about the transition. I guess it just makes me secure that I won't be wasting a semester by taking fewer credits than I'm capable of handling, especially since I'm already so far behind. The e-mail to Eric telling him of my withdrawal has been sent and the pertinent classes have been dropped. With the class change, I'll actually be taking 18 credits, but I have some catching up to do. All that remains is a mosey on down to the administration annex and request yet another major/minor change form.
R4wk!
As it turns out, Melissa was the one really asking the question.
Maybe I shouldn't be getting so upset about this, but I don't think she deserves that answer. Yes, I am happy, but not because she "set me free to find the love of my life." That decision, while painful, wasn't what really did me in. It was her conscious betrayal not only of my trust but of my being. The resulting pain and confusion led to some bad decisions on my part (namely the whole fiasco with Kara). I don't blame her for my role in making those choices, but had she simply been honest with me, I would have been much more clear-headed this past winter.
But enough of that.
Good news: I've finally found some courses to fill the three credits I'm missing from percussion studio: Music Appreciation and Shakespeare I. Oddly enough, this makes me feel much more at ease about the transition. I guess it just makes me secure that I won't be wasting a semester by taking fewer credits than I'm capable of handling, especially since I'm already so far behind. The e-mail to Eric telling him of my withdrawal has been sent and the pertinent classes have been dropped. With the class change, I'll actually be taking 18 credits, but I have some catching up to do. All that remains is a mosey on down to the administration annex and request yet another major/minor change form.
R4wk!
2 Comments:
Word! ... or shall I say... "bird?"
18 credits, eh? hardcore.
Peter,
I am deeply sorry for the pain I've caused in your life. I wish that I could go back and take it all away, erase it, alleviate it.
I acted honestly.
I think my exact words to Lynda, who I assume you are referencing in this post, were only "I wish Peter only the very best. He deserves the very best."
-Melissa
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