Today is one of the last last days....
Today was my last day of classes in session. I still have stuff to do, meaning I have a final project due on Thursday at 4, 3 hours of observation Thursday morning, and a meeting with my professor Wednesday at 6. Other than that... It was the last day of coming together as EDU block.
My methods class (Teaching Social Studies) was so informal today. We turned in our stuff, if we had a presentation, we stayed and presented. If we didn't, then we could leave whenever we wanted. We all sat there and made fun of Dave because his presentation indicated how many drugs he did in high school.
My last observation seminar class met today at the White Horse. I super love the White Horse... It's this gorgeous old style pub that belongs in a movie. When I write my screenplay, it is obligatory that one scene be filmed THERE. After a few drinks, I wandered back to ye olde university and did some homework.
And as I meandered my way back through the gerbil tunnels, I realized that this could be my last last day with my friends. I'm not graduating with a majority of them because I took fall 2004 off to get myself straightened out. I've spent the block with them and I'm spending the spring/summer and part of fall making up last fall.... I'll probably be blocked with them again this spring. But as Alicia bought me a shot, and we toasted to the close of the semester, I couldn't help but be a little sad.
The feeling, as I was saying, crept back in as I wandered through the skywalks. Our old traditions of passing time at UM-Flint will soon end. We will be in classrooms teaching students who will be creating the chaos we once caused. A few of us will burn out early and seek other careers. I wonder if in 10 years we'll remember our Monty Python simulations in the skywalks and our liquid lunches at Churchills. I wonder if we'll remember sitting on the couches of the Student Union watching The Price is Right yelling out the answers. I wonder if we'll ever get the chance to flip each other off from opposing gerbil tunnels. I wonder if we'll still make fun of the MSB and its battleship gray decor. I realized, too late, that this would be our last St. Patty's day getting Guiness between classes. I'll miss our class cancelled call pyramid. History Bowl at the White Horse, when our professors bought us a few too many drinks and we took turns analyzing current events and relating them to historical events. I wonder if we'll ever make fun of each other's lesson plans, or smack each other with Wapum beads. I wonder if we'll remember our overdue library books and our fear of the Halo Burger at Fifth and Saginaw. I wonder if, in 20 years, we wind up in Flint, and will still give directions by the locations of bars...
And if we do... I wonder if we'll sit there and say to ourselves, God, I got a quality education at U of M Flint!
My methods class (Teaching Social Studies) was so informal today. We turned in our stuff, if we had a presentation, we stayed and presented. If we didn't, then we could leave whenever we wanted. We all sat there and made fun of Dave because his presentation indicated how many drugs he did in high school.
My last observation seminar class met today at the White Horse. I super love the White Horse... It's this gorgeous old style pub that belongs in a movie. When I write my screenplay, it is obligatory that one scene be filmed THERE. After a few drinks, I wandered back to ye olde university and did some homework.
And as I meandered my way back through the gerbil tunnels, I realized that this could be my last last day with my friends. I'm not graduating with a majority of them because I took fall 2004 off to get myself straightened out. I've spent the block with them and I'm spending the spring/summer and part of fall making up last fall.... I'll probably be blocked with them again this spring. But as Alicia bought me a shot, and we toasted to the close of the semester, I couldn't help but be a little sad.
The feeling, as I was saying, crept back in as I wandered through the skywalks. Our old traditions of passing time at UM-Flint will soon end. We will be in classrooms teaching students who will be creating the chaos we once caused. A few of us will burn out early and seek other careers. I wonder if in 10 years we'll remember our Monty Python simulations in the skywalks and our liquid lunches at Churchills. I wonder if we'll remember sitting on the couches of the Student Union watching The Price is Right yelling out the answers. I wonder if we'll ever get the chance to flip each other off from opposing gerbil tunnels. I wonder if we'll still make fun of the MSB and its battleship gray decor. I realized, too late, that this would be our last St. Patty's day getting Guiness between classes. I'll miss our class cancelled call pyramid. History Bowl at the White Horse, when our professors bought us a few too many drinks and we took turns analyzing current events and relating them to historical events. I wonder if we'll ever make fun of each other's lesson plans, or smack each other with Wapum beads. I wonder if we'll remember our overdue library books and our fear of the Halo Burger at Fifth and Saginaw. I wonder if, in 20 years, we wind up in Flint, and will still give directions by the locations of bars...
And if we do... I wonder if we'll sit there and say to ourselves, God, I got a quality education at U of M Flint!