The End
Here we are.
It's the last official day of the spring 2005 semester, and ... I'm ambivalent.
It's the end of an era. There are about 8 of us who have essentially lived together here in Connolly for the last three years, and now we're splitting up. A few of us to a house or two, a few to co-ops and internships, a few just to another dorm because someone got their rooms first. It's weird, and a little unsettling; we're growing up.
I made some comment about "having an adult around" last week, and one girl turned to me and said, "Well, what are we?" (There, I proved my outlook further by calling her a girl.) I feel a little lost with this whole adult thing. I don't feel like I'm almost 21, like most of my friends are officially old enough to be married and have kids. I don't feel like a senior in college, or like I can rent a house.
But that's precisely what's happening.
Today, that doesn't matter. Today is just a day to pack up and move on to the next phase of life, to say goodbye to everybody and everything that's been familiar for the last nine months. Today is a day to drive for hours and then collapse under the sudden release of finals week.
Unless you're me, which you aren't. In my case, today is a day to gain random items (a couple of fans, a futon, some books, some random lumber) and pack mule others' stuff to their cars. Today is a day to say so long, then retreat back to the hermitage.
And eventually a day to visit my grandparents. That's still a few hours off.
If you're always right, something's wrong.
It's the last official day of the spring 2005 semester, and ... I'm ambivalent.
It's the end of an era. There are about 8 of us who have essentially lived together here in Connolly for the last three years, and now we're splitting up. A few of us to a house or two, a few to co-ops and internships, a few just to another dorm because someone got their rooms first. It's weird, and a little unsettling; we're growing up.
I made some comment about "having an adult around" last week, and one girl turned to me and said, "Well, what are we?" (There, I proved my outlook further by calling her a girl.) I feel a little lost with this whole adult thing. I don't feel like I'm almost 21, like most of my friends are officially old enough to be married and have kids. I don't feel like a senior in college, or like I can rent a house.
But that's precisely what's happening.
Today, that doesn't matter. Today is just a day to pack up and move on to the next phase of life, to say goodbye to everybody and everything that's been familiar for the last nine months. Today is a day to drive for hours and then collapse under the sudden release of finals week.
Unless you're me, which you aren't. In my case, today is a day to gain random items (a couple of fans, a futon, some books, some random lumber) and pack mule others' stuff to their cars. Today is a day to say so long, then retreat back to the hermitage.
And eventually a day to visit my grandparents. That's still a few hours off.
If you're always right, something's wrong.
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