I got home from Long Island yesterday and that means Im home for good. Or at least until I finish school at Tunxis. I absolutely hated it at my school, and everyday I looked foward to the end of the semester with overwhelming excitment. Yesterday I left...I left the campus for good. I was expecting it to be an emotional time..I was expecting feelings of happiness, relief, and sadness (I did have to say good-bye to a few good friends that I had made). You want to know what I felt? Absolutely nothing. I woke up, waited for my parents, put all my shit in the car and left Long Island without a moment of reflection or realization that I had lived there for almost a year and I would probably not see that area again for a long time. I felt nothing...maybe it was because I woke up early and I was tired, but I felt betrayed by my emotions and by my central nervous system. I felt cheated out of one of a great moment in my life because I was unable to enjoy that moment. I felt nothing. After we left my school we ate lunch at Bens Kosher Deli, which makes the best corn beef sandwich EVER. After that it was the ride home...I fell asleep in New York...and woke up in CT...and here I am now.