And there's nothing you can do about it.

In your face, college. Tomorrow, I am going to withdraw and there's nothing you can do about it. Chew on that for a bit and tell me how that tastes.
AND THEN YOU CAN EAT IT!

Seriously, though. I feel like laughing, crying, screaming, jumping up and down and more. It's unbelievable. I feel like a lot of people are judging me at this point, but I don't care because so much of me feels so relieved that I won't be skipping classes anymore and I won't have any failing classes on my transcripts that would follow me forever. I will still look like a responsible student if one were to base what kind of student I am from looking at them. And it makes me happy.
Oh so happy.

Telling my Cross Country coach really wasn't as scary and heat-wrenching as I thought. It was actually quite easy and I quickly became annoyed when he went on trying to tell me ways I could stay in school and still run Nationals.
Yeah, I'm not running Nationals. It's one race and even though it's the biggest race of the season and would have been the biggest race I've ever ran, it wasn't worth it to me to have failing grades on my college transcripts for the rest of my life so I could run it. So, I'm giving it up.

I'll be moving back home in about 2-3 weeks, I think. I'm so excited. My dad said I'll have to find a job fairly quickly though, he doesn't want me just sitting around. I think I'll probably go waitress or something. Maybe even apply at the lumber mill. Who knows. We'll see how things roll when we come to that hill.

Can you smell that?
No?
Well, I can, and it smells like sweet, sweet freedom in the air.
(That was so corny, but I don't know if you've noticed; I don't really care about what other people think right now!)

Rachel