hey, man, sing me a song.

I'm down to two and a half months before I leave the United States for ten solid months, and I'm absolutely ready, even though I've never been so scared in my life. This is me packing up my life and throwing myself into an abyss of European culture with which I'm not sure I'm equipped to deal. The beauty, though, of this exchange is that I don't have a choice but to be adaptable. If I don't adapt, I'm still stuck in that situation, and it's up to me to make whatever I can from it.

Since last I spoke to you, oh most lovely of blogspots, a lot has happened - and by that, I mean I have been personally victimized by Regina George. No, but a lot has happened; I went to prom, and I had the best date a girl could ask for (THANK YOU SO MUCH, ALEX, IF EVER YOU READ THIS!); I graduated as salutatorian of the class of 2012; I've spent a lot of time with Haley and Melissa; I got a job with the United Way for the summer.

This is my last summer as a "child," I suppose, so I have to make the best of it, no?