After a few setbacks with Sharpay, a disastrous Spanish final, and no more tearful goodbyes, I've made it back to Oakland. My room looks like a tornado hit it, I have a to-do list a mile long, but surprisingly, none of it is stressing me out.
Even though it was a bit rainy this morning, and only 40° when I left the house, I decided to go for a run. It was fabulous to run here, I'm pretty confident I won't get picked up on the side of the road, no traffic lights to wait for, and very few cars to run you off the road, or honk/catcall on their way by.
I remember during my first week at Clark, someone honked at us on our way to dinner. I waved to them, and immediately people were jumping on me, asking why I was waving. In Maine, people only honk at you if they know you, so I just assumed that the person driving through Clark was someone I knew.... Today I only got honked at once, but it was someone I graduated high school with :)
Tomorrow is Sunday, my unofficial day off, and then my wondrous training plan, as well as my job at the Maine Golf and Tennis Academy begins, bring on the slave labor!
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