OH MY GOODNESS THE PAST FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN BUSY! I have successfully moved from Toronto back to university and am now settled nicely in my place here. Unfortunately, for the past few days we have been without internet at the fault of our internet provider. I don't know exactly what's going on, but at least I have the option of going to campus to use their internet for free! (Or, well, free with my few-thousand-dollar tuition.) I also went home for a week last week, and that was a lot of fun. Besides the fact that I had to get some painful dental work done. Classes have started, and I'm lucky enough to, so far, really like all my professors. My classes seem pretty good (I'm taking Calculus 3, Linear Algebra 2, Probability, Intro to Differential Equations, and Elementary Algorithm Design and Data Abstraction). Mostly, though, I'm super happy to be back on campus and seeing all my friends, after my rather lonely summer.
Last Wednesday, however, was a very important day for me. You see, last Wednesday was my one-year anniversary with my boyfriend. I'm going to take a moment to tell you about him. If you're not a fan of mushy romantic crap I suggest you stop reading right about now.
Steven is the most wonderful person I've ever known (I'm sure that there are friends of mine who would read this and be all like "Hmph I'm pretty wonderful too y'know" and to them I say, if you were as wonderful as Steven I would be dating you). Coming out of some crazy relationships in high school, he was basically just what I needed to stop being a crazy b**** (I say that in the past tense because I like to think that I am no longer a crazy b****), mainly because he does not put up with my shit. Now, some people might think, in a relationship, aren't you supposed to accept each other's faults and love the other person for them? And to those people I say, NO! This is the healthiest relationship I've been in my entire life of 19 years (I've had between 3 and 7 relationships depending on your definition), and I think that the reason is that we influence each other to be the best we can be. It's not as intense as, like, Steven standing over me while I work and yelling at me to do better, but more along the lines of, "You know, in your effort to eat better foods, Carolyn, you might want to cut pop out of your daily diet." If it weren't for him I'd probably get worse grades and in general have a worse lifestyle.
So, Steve, thank you for making me a better person! If it weren't for you I'd still be drowning in my high school woes and I'd probably be fat.