Congratulations...
...to all those smokin' hot ladies just two hours north of me who are finally done with their SMITH COLLEGE CAREERS! Enjoy senior week and absorb the last few moments of Northampton...go get ice cream, take the kayaks out, smoke some blunts, have one last overpriced Tunnel Bar experience, pay the performance artists downtown, bake some pies, do how you do. Every last one of you deserves it.
Me? I'm over here in Mystic, going out, as per usual, with a bang. Literally, an explosion. Of the appendix variety. It turns out some terrible menstrual cramps weren't cramps at all, and one surgery, two weeks, and endless supplies of percocet and morphine later, I'm showing off the scars. What a wonky year for health.
I NEVER NEEDED THAT APPENDIX, SON.
Besides that, I'm busy wrapping up as much schoolwork as I can, which will not be enough to give me "completes" in two of my classes given the mid-semester mono and the end-of-semester appendix pinata hoedown shit. So yeah, this summer I'll be working in a coffee shop and finishing up a 15-page policy paper and a 15-page history paper, which I'll send in as soon as possible so I can grab my grades and my credit and call it good. Clean finishes are for wusses.
Mostly, I'm focused on enjoying my last week in Mystic...the boats, the drawbridge, the ghosts, the museum, the relationships, the love, the late-night-cracked-out-of-your-mind hilarity, the endlessly bizarre shit this little town lends itself to. My parents, sister and brother are coming out on Thursday, I'm moving out, and we're heading back to Smith on Saturday so I can hurry up and forget about four years of bordering on drop-out and GRAB THAT DIPLOMA.
And then...who knows? But more importantly, who's worried about it? Not me.
I'm happy.
Me? I'm over here in Mystic, going out, as per usual, with a bang. Literally, an explosion. Of the appendix variety. It turns out some terrible menstrual cramps weren't cramps at all, and one surgery, two weeks, and endless supplies of percocet and morphine later, I'm showing off the scars. What a wonky year for health.
I NEVER NEEDED THAT APPENDIX, SON.
Besides that, I'm busy wrapping up as much schoolwork as I can, which will not be enough to give me "completes" in two of my classes given the mid-semester mono and the end-of-semester appendix pinata hoedown shit. So yeah, this summer I'll be working in a coffee shop and finishing up a 15-page policy paper and a 15-page history paper, which I'll send in as soon as possible so I can grab my grades and my credit and call it good. Clean finishes are for wusses.
Mostly, I'm focused on enjoying my last week in Mystic...the boats, the drawbridge, the ghosts, the museum, the relationships, the love, the late-night-cracked-out-of-your-mind hilarity, the endlessly bizarre shit this little town lends itself to. My parents, sister and brother are coming out on Thursday, I'm moving out, and we're heading back to Smith on Saturday so I can hurry up and forget about four years of bordering on drop-out and GRAB THAT DIPLOMA.
And then...who knows? But more importantly, who's worried about it? Not me.
I'm happy.