Home away from home

Last weekend I went home for the break. I left right after my Communications class that ends at four, and I had to ride in the car with my dad for 3 1/2 hours! Since he never stops talking, harping, and telling me what I need to be doing for the entire time I'm at school. Sometimes I just want to tell him that the more he repeats things the more I ignore him and his suggestions. I do appreciate him, though, and he's been so much help filling out school stuff from the beginning. He really loves that I go here, because he went here. He always tells me how awesome it is now compared to when he went here, and he grew up in Muncie, so he missed out on living in the dorms. I enjoyed seeing all of my friends, but I was in Georgia for the majority of my summer, so I'm really used to not seeing them that much. I always have fun with them, but I think sometimes we have too much fun for our own good. I always had my priorities right, and I encourage the same for them, but sometimes they don't realize how now will affect their future. I ended up coming back here a day earlier than planned. I did this mostly because the entire weekend I was worrying about getting my homework done for here, and I couldn't concentrate at home. Sunday night was weird here, because so many people went home for the entire weekend. Going home made me realize how much I don't miss high school, and how much more school means to me now compared to last year.