A Daily Letter...

Only one more day of French left... after my class tomorrow I only have my final in Art History on Tuesday and then my final in French on Wednesday and I'm complete done with classes for the semester. While I'm relieved as hell to be done with this semester and essentially done with Michigan State (once they finished dragging their feet over this Financial Aid business), it also feels really surreal. I still have that thought in the back of my head from when I was a freshman starting out of "Well, this will be great and I will graduate in 2013 with a Bachelor's Degree a Michigan State Spartan". I guess it's just an epiphany moment of "wow..." none of this went as I had planned and fell out from under my feet. It's just weird to think that this Fall Semester I'm not going to be in the normal buildings, getting parking tickets in the normal areas... I guess it's all really hitting me here at the end.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy as hell not to have to go through lackluster professors and Administration and Financial Aid problems anymore, and hopefully EPCC and UTEP are a much better fit, again it's just weird because Michigan State is my home school. I know campus like the back of my hand (I even know what teacher's lounges I can steal coffee out of), and it'll be weird essential not knowing where anything is anymore.

It's weird I feel relieved and sad somewhat at the same time. Just got to keep moving forward and working towards something better. And like I said, hopefully EPCC and UTEP are a much better experience and I come out feeling like I actually learned something from my classes each semester.


I'll be very excited and happy to be down there with you, and hopefully everything goes well and I get rid of this bad luck I feel has been nipping at my heels, but I'm also really nervous and somewhat scared just because I don't have that safety net of "home" anymore. It's not like on a boring night I can just go hangout with Tyler or drive to Beaner's and talk with the baristas. Hell, I'll probably get lost for a while if I just go out for a drive. That's why I keep joking with Tyler I need a cheap little 250CC motorcycle. So when I'm bored in the evenings that you're out in the field, I can go for a drive, be cheap on fuel, and just kind of see where I end up.


I started sketching again. I've been keeping that sketchbook I doodled in while you were home in the truck so when I'm sitting on campus between classes or what not I can just draw a little bit. I forgot how much I zone out when I draw. I was sitting on campus yesterday just doodling a picture of a tree and didn't even notice that a bunch of the construction workers near by were staring at the truck because I was blaring music until one of them yelled "Hey, good song!" and scared the shit out of me.

I miss you very much and hope that the field is going well.

Love you,
Arielle Elyse Potter
4/26/2012
1200 AM

                            My sketch from yesterday... and yes my feet are hanging out the truck window.
                                                    What can I say? I was comfortable... :)