Mope
So I didn't realize until I hit the Martha Lane Collins just how much I'm going to miss this semester.
It's really been my best yet, even though some of my dearest friends already graduated and even though some things could have gone better. I'm finally starting to feel more comfortable with myself and more comfortable with others. Flaws don't scare me so much anymore, and I like that I can be more forgiving on my own and of others and to look past that and see and appreciate the good. I'm not totally there yet, but I feel well on my way. I really owe so much to Japan.
But I'll really miss aspects of this semester. I really enjoyed having Sir Razzy-sensei for my two English classes, and he won't even be around in the spring because he's going with the London study abroad program for the term.
I'll miss my friend Patrick who is transferring after the winter term. Yesterday was possibly the last time I may see him ever because he's off to NKU and I'm graduating and (hopefully) off to Japan at the end of the summer.
I feel like grabbing a beer...
...Not sure how I feel about ale brewed with orange peel and cloves, but whatever.
I'll miss (beer is so warm to the throat) my friend Chris, with whom I have had three classes and many good conversations and good times. I'll see her in the spring, but it looks like we have different schedules, which is balls (I love listening to my puppy toss and turn and groan and moan).
I'll miss my Children's and Adolescent Lit. class and the professor because she was so nice and open, and I didn't have to work my butt off to impress her because I guess I have a natural gift with the subject and could convey my ideas well. I liked working on funny little assignments with Chris, especially with the gigantic kids' picture book with the offensively stereotypical white trash woman in big fuzzy house shoes and the improper use of the word "wishy-washy" and the even more improper (this really hacked Chris off) use of the word "paddling" when the duck was clearly waddling in the picture.
I'll miss Romance of Arthur conversations. Really, I'll just miss the chance to talk with Razzy and hear him get all enthusiastic about a subject.
I'll miss fun convos after crappy Men&Masculinity classes.
I'll miss working Monday nights at the writing center with Kathy, Zach, and Carol.
I'll miss working out with Meredith at the gym.
I'll miss (most of) the people in my fiction-writing class.
I miss things I don't even know I miss yet.
I'm going to have to work very hard and have a lot of good luck for the spring semester to be better or even as good as this past one.
That said, I'm also kind of happy it's over. It hasn't all been wonderful or easy, and a new set of challenges will be nice. Until then, it's just break at home with loved ones. And this umakunai beer. Bleegh.
It's really been my best yet, even though some of my dearest friends already graduated and even though some things could have gone better. I'm finally starting to feel more comfortable with myself and more comfortable with others. Flaws don't scare me so much anymore, and I like that I can be more forgiving on my own and of others and to look past that and see and appreciate the good. I'm not totally there yet, but I feel well on my way. I really owe so much to Japan.
But I'll really miss aspects of this semester. I really enjoyed having Sir Razzy-sensei for my two English classes, and he won't even be around in the spring because he's going with the London study abroad program for the term.
I'll miss my friend Patrick who is transferring after the winter term. Yesterday was possibly the last time I may see him ever because he's off to NKU and I'm graduating and (hopefully) off to Japan at the end of the summer.
I feel like grabbing a beer...
...Not sure how I feel about ale brewed with orange peel and cloves, but whatever.
I'll miss (beer is so warm to the throat) my friend Chris, with whom I have had three classes and many good conversations and good times. I'll see her in the spring, but it looks like we have different schedules, which is balls (I love listening to my puppy toss and turn and groan and moan).
I'll miss my Children's and Adolescent Lit. class and the professor because she was so nice and open, and I didn't have to work my butt off to impress her because I guess I have a natural gift with the subject and could convey my ideas well. I liked working on funny little assignments with Chris, especially with the gigantic kids' picture book with the offensively stereotypical white trash woman in big fuzzy house shoes and the improper use of the word "wishy-washy" and the even more improper (this really hacked Chris off) use of the word "paddling" when the duck was clearly waddling in the picture.
I'll miss Romance of Arthur conversations. Really, I'll just miss the chance to talk with Razzy and hear him get all enthusiastic about a subject.
I'll miss fun convos after crappy Men&Masculinity classes.
I'll miss working Monday nights at the writing center with Kathy, Zach, and Carol.
I'll miss working out with Meredith at the gym.
I'll miss (most of) the people in my fiction-writing class.
I miss things I don't even know I miss yet.
I'm going to have to work very hard and have a lot of good luck for the spring semester to be better or even as good as this past one.
That said, I'm also kind of happy it's over. It hasn't all been wonderful or easy, and a new set of challenges will be nice. Until then, it's just break at home with loved ones. And this umakunai beer. Bleegh.