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so school has started and everything is a last. last time to pay tuition, last time to buy books, last time to do ridiculously embarrassing mock-interview style introductions in front of a classroom full of strangers. j and i pretended not to know each other and threatened under our breath to reveal compromising information about the other. the class has yet to know of his persistent shoe obsession, but they know that i've lately taken up crochet. hm.
it's weird to walk around and know i won't run into brookes or abby or a number of other people who've become over the past five years recurrent characters in my life. there's still the bench where everyone congregates, still the stopping in hallways to catch up on break-time activities, still the clustered students and scanning faces, but i know it's almost done and in some ways, i'm scabbing over. pulling myself away from the perception that college is my life and growing into the idea that college is a phase, something done, something to tell your kids about in middle age.
i'll walk on may 29th, 2003 at 9:00 am. and then. what?
we'll see.
it's weird to walk around and know i won't run into brookes or abby or a number of other people who've become over the past five years recurrent characters in my life. there's still the bench where everyone congregates, still the stopping in hallways to catch up on break-time activities, still the clustered students and scanning faces, but i know it's almost done and in some ways, i'm scabbing over. pulling myself away from the perception that college is my life and growing into the idea that college is a phase, something done, something to tell your kids about in middle age.
i'll walk on may 29th, 2003 at 9:00 am. and then. what?
we'll see.