Well, let’s begin with the sincerest apologies I can manage. I am sorry for not reaching out, contacting you, telling you how it is, and for some, apparently ignoring you.
I hope this will absolve some, if not all the blame so placed on me.
The simple fact would be to again say I am busy. That time is a commodity I can’t spare. But you probably need and deserve more than that. So, I’ll try to explain myself.
I’ve never been to the USA before, never been in a college before, never conceptualized a liberal arts education, or had a shared suite. I’ve never done my laundry before, never relied on a card based system for food and bed, never (to be honest) managed my own accounts.
So, my first week at OWU began as somewhat of a tempest. Non stop classes in the day, non stop homework in the night. In the leftover time, I got to know a few people, adjusted to the weird but wonderful environment, explored my new city, state and country; its people and its roads, its day and its night. The sights I was asked for, I was still getting accustomed to them. Chock full of student interaction, club fair, job fair, day on the jay, meetings with the advisor; adding and dropping classes to make the workload less of an apocalyptic monster – I wasn’t sleeping, you see.
I barely had time to write this down, but some can be made. I don’t ignore you, but I now have a new life, and it’s time you (and I) accepted it. There are ties I must hold, and hold them I will. There are ties that I want, and I will hold them too. But time is too short, the future too tenous and tentative to hold on to the slippery past now. I must free myself of this burden; for I must race onward, towards what I’ve always wanted. If you must hold me back, begone. If you are willing to walk along, then you’re welcome to stay, and trust me, your company is appreciated, even if you can’t see it.
Later!
I hope this will absolve some, if not all the blame so placed on me.
The simple fact would be to again say I am busy. That time is a commodity I can’t spare. But you probably need and deserve more than that. So, I’ll try to explain myself.
I’ve never been to the USA before, never been in a college before, never conceptualized a liberal arts education, or had a shared suite. I’ve never done my laundry before, never relied on a card based system for food and bed, never (to be honest) managed my own accounts.
So, my first week at OWU began as somewhat of a tempest. Non stop classes in the day, non stop homework in the night. In the leftover time, I got to know a few people, adjusted to the weird but wonderful environment, explored my new city, state and country; its people and its roads, its day and its night. The sights I was asked for, I was still getting accustomed to them. Chock full of student interaction, club fair, job fair, day on the jay, meetings with the advisor; adding and dropping classes to make the workload less of an apocalyptic monster – I wasn’t sleeping, you see.
I barely had time to write this down, but some can be made. I don’t ignore you, but I now have a new life, and it’s time you (and I) accepted it. There are ties I must hold, and hold them I will. There are ties that I want, and I will hold them too. But time is too short, the future too tenous and tentative to hold on to the slippery past now. I must free myself of this burden; for I must race onward, towards what I’ve always wanted. If you must hold me back, begone. If you are willing to walk along, then you’re welcome to stay, and trust me, your company is appreciated, even if you can’t see it.
Later!
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