Happy April! I’m so glad spring break is soon. I want to be at home.
This week was alright. I’m scrambling to do as much as possible before break, but I’ve frenzied myself into an anxiety attack. I’m currently sitting in the library feeling nauseous. Don’t do that. I exhausted myself too hard and spent all of yesterday watching cat videos. Do only the latter half of that. At least I’ve got some work done. There’s a good deal of satisfaction when a professor says “you should have chosen an essay topic and started doing research” when you’ve done a full first draft, even when it’s not the best. Yeehaw.
A few days ago, an American friend’s sister flew out to celebrate her 18th birthday (the drinking age is 18 here). I was invited to the party and the campus club afterward. I haven’t been to a club before so I was not sure what to expect. My data for you is this: it’s basically like your birthday parties at Cowfish except more crowded. It’s not as exciting as Kesha would have us believe, but I think you’d like it more than me. But also, you can throw a dance party without spending ten dollars on admission. If you do go in college, I guess my advice would be to watch your pockets, watch your drink, and watch your friends (crowds). And my general alcohol advice is don’t drink different alcohol types and eat lots of bread. Okay I think that’s all I know. I am an introvert couch potato at heart.
So that’s my secret college intel. It’s better and easier than public high school. Those three months in 2020 nearly killed me. I hope you’re surviving these last few months easily. What’s coming will be easier even though it’ll be scary for a bit, and it’ll happen slowly enough to adjust. I don’t suppose I have anything else interesting to tell you. I love you so much. You’re good and dear and deserve much better than what we got. I hope spring is flowery and nice to you.
With love,
Alice