Brenna, I may be in love with you.
Tomorrow is Wednesday lunch, and this adorable routine we have picked up this year is really making me feel more and more at home. I guess it’s really the people that make you want to try harder. The people that make you want to stay in this godforsaken brothel of ridiculous midterms.
I took a couple of high school seniors around school today. I have to say, it was freaking weird. I surprised myself when I pushed for them to attend Cal. They always ask for people that love their school to become the obnoxious, overly-enthusiastic CalSo counselors. I felt like one of those counselors. Does that mean I love my school? Or is it because I love the people in it?
High School and college are supposed to be about finding yourself. For someone like me, who has always known and planned for everything I wanted to do, I’m really starting to question myself. What is it I really want? What makes me happy?
My recent photo shoots and doodles have been egging me to throw away my parent’s pride and apply for art school. To drop out of the best public university in the nation for a useless major. A useless, but passionate major.
Buddah. Damn it, stop making me love the art of photography.