Finals are over, the warm weather is finally here, and I'm back in Michigan with my parents. It's not quite summer yet, but dear God, is summer ever on its way. Right now I can look out my window and see a lovely in-ground pool calling my name...but, sadly, I can't swim right now, thanks to a cough so loud and violent it makes a rottweiler's bark sound like a mewling kitten. But I can see the pool outside, and the dandelions and little purple wildflowers growing on the golf course behind it (yes, I live on a golf course, and yes, this does provide endless entertainment when I occasionally find golf balls in my backyard). I'm eating strawberry yogurt cake topped with fresh strawberries--does anything SCREAM summertime like fresh fruit?--and all the windows are open, so it's sunny and bright and pleasant in here.
Now, if only my throat would stop hurting...
It feels weird being home for the summer, because I've gotten so used to being at McDaniel. But what feels really weird is knowing where I'll be in the fall. So far, there's only been one time that I knew where I was going and how it was going to be when I went back to school--and that was when I went back to Interlochen for my senior year. Now, I know it will be different when I go home to McDaniel. I won't be living in a dorm, for the first time in three years. I'll actually be living in a house, with seven other girls (now THAT is going to be interesting, I can tell you that right now). We're not a sorority house, though--we're Allies House, and damn proud of it. (Yes, Kerouac Boy, I can see you rolling your eyes and making comments about me living in "the Gay House" and all the terrible things the Carroll County residents are going to do to us--call me delusional if you must, but I'm staying optimistic.) Also--I have THREE classes in my major in the fall. Count 'em--THREE. Acting (just kill me now, please), Intro to Cinema (with Professor Brett--yay!) and...drumroll, please...SCRIPTWRITING.
Yes.
I am in a college scriptwriting class. 3000-level, to be precise. May I remind everyone, I'm a rising sophomore?
Now, my teacher knows I've been taught to write screenplays. In fact, this is actually my fourth screenwriting class--sixth if you count the workshops--but it's the first class where I'll be expected to write a feature script. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous about that. I love writing, yes, but my feature screenplays are...there's no polite way to say this...not very good. I draw from what I know far too much. But I know Professor Brett is a good teacher, and I've got all summer to come up with ideas that don't scream, "Avery wrote this script about her life."
Just realized...I have two classes with my favorite teacher next semester. I mean, I knew this already, but it seriously just hit me. Okay. Now I REALLY can't wait for fall.
I'm peer mentoring...yes, this is an actual thing at my college...for my freshman advisor, who taught the most epic gender studies class EVER...and I already have a plan to make my freshmen thnk I'm completely insane. (Which, trust me, wouldn't take too long even if I didn't do what I'm planning to do.) I'm going to waltz into the room on the first day wearing a floor-length skirt, carrying a parasol and speaking in Nadsat, then let one of my guy friends (I'm looking at you again, Kerouac Boy) pop into the room wearing one of my Vagina Monlogues t-shirts. And then we'll proceed to mimic scenes from A Clockwork Orange, and then we'll stand back and watch the fireworks. (Don't worry, Dr. Carpenter...I'm not actually going to let it get that far.) If they don't think I'm absolutely batshit by the end of all this, this means one of two things: Either I'm in very, very big trouble, or I have the best FYS mentees in the entire program. It all depends on how they react.
I've got so much to look forward to it's impossible not to be excited about next semester...but I'll still enjoy my summer. After a few days I'll post some of my parents' stolen dialogue, and you will see why.
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