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Yesterday was my last day of classes for... a while. My last English class happened to also be the last class for the professor (a legend in the department and actually in pretty much the entire school) until Fall 2010 and it was the first time I've ever seen the awkward clap-at-the-end-of-the-last-day-of-class thing not be awkward but actually really amazing. I turned in 21 pages for that class today, after which I made a few hand rolleds and parked myself outside for a couple of hours.
Sooo, 25 pages by Sunday, a few more pages onto what is currently 30 pages by Monday, and that's that. I have been awake until at least 5 a.m. each night for the last six or seven, when not for working for partying. Those nights have made me realize that I'm actually going to really miss the simplicity of life in Maine. Yeah, it sucks having only a 7-11 open after 11 p.m., but it's actually charming in a way; it makes it something special. I know that makes basically no sense, but it's a feeling (related in no small way to the fact that I have only 3 more weeks in Maine and then I'll be moving to Manhattan).
Sooo, 25 pages by Sunday, a few more pages onto what is currently 30 pages by Monday, and that's that. I have been awake until at least 5 a.m. each night for the last six or seven, when not for working for partying. Those nights have made me realize that I'm actually going to really miss the simplicity of life in Maine. Yeah, it sucks having only a 7-11 open after 11 p.m., but it's actually charming in a way; it makes it something special. I know that makes basically no sense, but it's a feeling (related in no small way to the fact that I have only 3 more weeks in Maine and then I'll be moving to Manhattan).