My (short) explanation- I also have a long version

--This is day 6 in "The 7 Last Days of Summer"--

I feel as if I should explain my next semester.

If you're reading this blog, you're probably a friend and you probably already know this, but I'm still going to explain.

This next semester I'm not taking any classes. When I told someone that, he asked me if I was dropping out. I assured him it was nothing so glamorous.

I am (starting on Monday) going to be in a team that goes out to promote the college in high schools. I'll be gone all semester.

There were a lot of reasons for this decision. And even though several times this summer I've doubted my sanity in accepting--I know this is what I need to be doing.

Here are a few questions people ask (and their respective answers):

1. Are you going to be behind in school?

Yes. I'll graduate a semester late. I did, however, switch my major after my freshman year, so I am already a little behind--this might actually help me get on track.

2. You're getting paid, right?

Yes. The school pays for the following semester. And since one of my life goals is to graduate from college debt free, and with some money saved up for an apartment, and/or grad school, this will help.

3. How many are there of you?

6. 3 girls and 3 guys. They stick us in a 15 passenger van, and...yeah that's about it.

4. Where are you going to be?

All over the states. I'm going to see Virgina, Maryland, North and South Carolina, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, New Jersey, Delaware, and all the great Midwestern states--several times.

5. Will you still blog?

All right, admittedly that is not one of the main questions on people's minds. But I think about it. I don't know--that's the simplest answer. We're going to be busy. I might be too tired to ever write in you. I might be so annoyed/overjoyed/disgusted/elated with my circumstances that all I can do is write in you. I hope I can at least keep up the once a month post, but don't count on anything.

Ah, don't get depressed. It's okay. I'm not leaving just yet. We still have one more day of summer.

You're right--it's depressing.