BACK AT BERKELEY

I managed to catch my brother's game yesterday before I left for Berkeley. It was SUCH a great game! With 2.4 seconds left on the clock and just one point down, the coach tells the boys, "Just disperse." So the inbound play goes to my brother, who then passed it to – off one guy's head and another guy's arm – Brent. Brent shoots it right before the buzzer goes off. Nearly gave me a heart attack with a bounce at the front of the rim, a bounce at the back of the rim, and then a circle around the rim before it fell. TIGERS WIN BY ONE! Yay!

The ride over to the airport was the worst. Terri and Jerry didn't go with us to the airport, so I had to say goodbye to them at the house. It just kills me to have to say goodbye. I feel like I miss out on such a big part of their growth. I guess it's just the motherly instinct in me... plus Jerry's my little baby. Just thinking about all the basketball games I'll miss, all the Super Smash Brothers matches that I won't get to play, all the arguments that I won't be able to have with Terri... makes me all teary-eyed. But I promised myself that I wouldn't cry at the airport. Had to stay strong for the parents.

Once again, at the airport, I was strip-searched like a common criminal. Then I found out that my flight was delayed by a whole hour. Kris kept me busy for awhile by staying on the phone with me. We talked about her two "new friends." Haha. That playa. I managed to get bumped up to an earlier flight. I was the second to the last person they let on, so my choices for seats included sitting between two fat chicks or sitting in front of the already smelly bathroom. I chose two fat chicks. BAD DECISION! Not cuz of the two fat chicks, but cuz of the two valley girls that sat behind me. Their conversation consisted of, "Well, I'm a 3rd year majoring in bio... cuz yeah... cuz... like... like... you know... I dunno... bio's cool... I guess... " Ugh. You're a 3rd year?! Girl, learn how to speak!!!! I tried to fall asleep, but the two fat chicks took up the whole armrest... so I ended up flipping through the lastest issue of "SkyMall". They have some pretty spiffy stuff.

I came back to a dark, cold, and empty apartment. But the loneliness allowed me to gather my thoughts and recollect all the fun I've had over break. Perhaps the scariest part about my leaving home for college was the possibility that everything would change without me – as if I wouldn't fit in when I got back. It's nice to know my concerns were for naught. Life changes... but my place in the family doesn't...