well... it's official
I'm graduated... or as graduated as I can be without student teaching. That comes this fall. Yeeeeeah Wells Middle School.
It still hasn't hit me. I'm done... no more 162 High St... no more debachary and rediculous frolicking with my girls. Saturday and Sunday were bittersweet, although I held it together better than I thought I would. Sunday morning I left the apt at 8 after our ginormous sleepover and saying goodbye to everyone that I love more than life. Jill was outside when I left and I blame loosing it on her!! I was ok until I had to say goodbye to her. We started bawling. Then I got into my car and The Fray "In over my head" was playing. And then I bawled. And sobbed. And cried. Until halfway down Rt. 133. I'm pathetic I know... but this is the best 4 years of my life that we're talking about here... over.
And because I can, and because I can still remember my first day of Freshman year like it was this morning... here comes a trip down memory lane:
Freshman year: Hannah and I.... everything; Being able to finish each others thoughts and sentences; The Halloween dance where I met Tara and we danced with fellows; Going to NYC with Casey and SEA Change to protest the war; Random adventures with Becky when we were too timid to meet anyone new at UMF; Hanging out in the basement of Scott North; Meeting Jill when she came frolicking into Steve-o's room; 4 Bridge; smoking cloves with Jill 1 and Tara; shots of Orlof straight... no chaser; High School party; Bonding with Hannah; Rediculous crushes; Hanging out on 2nd floor North with Mike and Sean and everyone else; Being an honorary member of 1st floor North; Hanging out down by the Tressle.
Sophmore year: Food fights with Jill; Stealing signs; Metal beds and signs; Smalls Falls; Bonding with Mel, Sarah, Marc, John and everyone in our little corner of the floor; Sammy and Tony; 4 Bridge with Sammy; Falling back into awesome-ness with Tara; Tara's 20th B-day; All those crazy dances; Making Marc open the downstairs door with a penis drawn on his face in marker; Decorating our room; Phone calls in the middle of the night from my roomie; Stupid boys; Frolicking with Jill and Hannah.
Junior year: 162 High St parties; Making Nate uncomfortable with our practical jokes; Late night bonding with Tara; Jill's 21st birthday talent show; Tara's keg party; Running away; Beginning to form our little group; Tara making eggs; Java Joes; Frolicking; Finding my Karisssssa; Roadtriping to Philidelphia, thousands of Sammy and Tony memories; Edward 40 hands; Halloween fun; Hannah visiting for St. Patty's Day... and my Bday; The Rock.
Senior year: Open mic nights; Having the cops called on us (twice); Meeting Brie and Ashby and Kate and Ashley and PATTY MAYO and everyone else that has become an inseparable part of my life; Laying outside with my girls; Frolicking here and there and everywhere; Tea dates at Java Joes; Going to the Cascades; Augusta road trips; 3 person college parties; Sammy living with us; Giant sleepovers; Roomate spoons; Hanging out downstairs for hours with Patty and Tara... doing nothing; Front St; Pub Crawls; Jackman weekends; Physical Challange nights; "If you were a real black person"; Tara coming into my room in the middle of the night to talk; Waking up with Tara in my bed and having no idea how it happened and vice versa; Playing life with Marc; Walkie Talkies; Playing dress up; Halloween; Endless movie watching with Jay; Nate being on our couch in the mornings; Bowling; Roadtrips to Orono and Caribou and everywhere with Karissa.
I'm a sap, I know... but I felt the need to put all that out there. And I forgot a good chunk of the craziness that occured. But... good and bad and boring and drama-filled and crazy and silly... I love everyone that I've met. A lot. It's so weird to think about moving on from here. I've thought about over the years in the sense that I never actually thought "after college" would get here. Now, everyone that I talk to wants to know my plans and how it feels to be done forever. Honestly... I don't know. Ask me in a few months!
It still hasn't hit me. I'm done... no more 162 High St... no more debachary and rediculous frolicking with my girls. Saturday and Sunday were bittersweet, although I held it together better than I thought I would. Sunday morning I left the apt at 8 after our ginormous sleepover and saying goodbye to everyone that I love more than life. Jill was outside when I left and I blame loosing it on her!! I was ok until I had to say goodbye to her. We started bawling. Then I got into my car and The Fray "In over my head" was playing. And then I bawled. And sobbed. And cried. Until halfway down Rt. 133. I'm pathetic I know... but this is the best 4 years of my life that we're talking about here... over.
And because I can, and because I can still remember my first day of Freshman year like it was this morning... here comes a trip down memory lane:
Freshman year: Hannah and I.... everything; Being able to finish each others thoughts and sentences; The Halloween dance where I met Tara and we danced with fellows; Going to NYC with Casey and SEA Change to protest the war; Random adventures with Becky when we were too timid to meet anyone new at UMF; Hanging out in the basement of Scott North; Meeting Jill when she came frolicking into Steve-o's room; 4 Bridge; smoking cloves with Jill 1 and Tara; shots of Orlof straight... no chaser; High School party; Bonding with Hannah; Rediculous crushes; Hanging out on 2nd floor North with Mike and Sean and everyone else; Being an honorary member of 1st floor North; Hanging out down by the Tressle.
Sophmore year: Food fights with Jill; Stealing signs; Metal beds and signs; Smalls Falls; Bonding with Mel, Sarah, Marc, John and everyone in our little corner of the floor; Sammy and Tony; 4 Bridge with Sammy; Falling back into awesome-ness with Tara; Tara's 20th B-day; All those crazy dances; Making Marc open the downstairs door with a penis drawn on his face in marker; Decorating our room; Phone calls in the middle of the night from my roomie; Stupid boys; Frolicking with Jill and Hannah.
Junior year: 162 High St parties; Making Nate uncomfortable with our practical jokes; Late night bonding with Tara; Jill's 21st birthday talent show; Tara's keg party; Running away; Beginning to form our little group; Tara making eggs; Java Joes; Frolicking; Finding my Karisssssa; Roadtriping to Philidelphia, thousands of Sammy and Tony memories; Edward 40 hands; Halloween fun; Hannah visiting for St. Patty's Day... and my Bday; The Rock.
Senior year: Open mic nights; Having the cops called on us (twice); Meeting Brie and Ashby and Kate and Ashley and PATTY MAYO and everyone else that has become an inseparable part of my life; Laying outside with my girls; Frolicking here and there and everywhere; Tea dates at Java Joes; Going to the Cascades; Augusta road trips; 3 person college parties; Sammy living with us; Giant sleepovers; Roomate spoons; Hanging out downstairs for hours with Patty and Tara... doing nothing; Front St; Pub Crawls; Jackman weekends; Physical Challange nights; "If you were a real black person"; Tara coming into my room in the middle of the night to talk; Waking up with Tara in my bed and having no idea how it happened and vice versa; Playing life with Marc; Walkie Talkies; Playing dress up; Halloween; Endless movie watching with Jay; Nate being on our couch in the mornings; Bowling; Roadtrips to Orono and Caribou and everywhere with Karissa.
I'm a sap, I know... but I felt the need to put all that out there. And I forgot a good chunk of the craziness that occured. But... good and bad and boring and drama-filled and crazy and silly... I love everyone that I've met. A lot. It's so weird to think about moving on from here. I've thought about over the years in the sense that I never actually thought "after college" would get here. Now, everyone that I talk to wants to know my plans and how it feels to be done forever. Honestly... I don't know. Ask me in a few months!