the beginning of the end...
As I sit here on a Sunday night bored in a half-empty house, I realize that I simply do not know what to do with myself on my last week in Peterborough. The house looks different, my life is about to change and I like it - but I can't help but think of how crazy all of this is...Last night I went to Amanda's bday party, and all of us were there...and I thought to myself: holy shit, this is the last time we're all gonna be together like this as a group of Trent students who have known eachother since Labour Day '02. It's just the end of a chapter, and we all know how well I do at transitions :|
I have one essay left...it's a re-write due by the end of the week. Don't wanna do it.
We're having a bbq/party here on Thursday, and some T-dotters are coming up - for the last time. It seems pretty crazy to me that in a week I'll be in T.O. again...and I'm not sure if it's hit me yet that I won't be coming back here in September. It's time to move on and let go. I think I'm just really grateful for this experience, and I had a blast here at Trent - a frickin' hoot, in fact. It was the best decision I ever made to come here. And to think that I was just as worried 4 years ago to pick up and leave to come to this crazy lil' town that is now my home. I guess you just gotta go with the change, and it all works out in the end. I can't wait to hang out with Kim and Tori lots this summer. Who needs a job anyway?
It's time to say goodbye, and it's hard but it's time.
See ya later Trent U, Otonabee College, rez, fake i.d's, enderbenders, keg parties, college spirit, Head of the Trent, Dionysus, Smitty's breakkie, tim horton's procrastination breaks, ARAMARK, Bata, all-nighters, The Rooster, saturday nites @ the JUNC, retro wednesdays @ the Trash, McThirsty's, The Arms, city Lights and subway after the bar, Hasselton's, the Y, the Unit, Park Place, keg stands, days of the pink studded belt and the blue hoodie, Laura's apt, Downie St., mornings and nights @ the Only drinking cinnamon flavoured coffee out of a Maxwell mug, the Market Hall, shows @ the Gordon Best, 3am pita pit, the cap'n's bed, Nancy and Mags - bitches, dancing in the kitchen, easy mac and grilled cheese after the bar, Candy's annual week long bday bash, the 1 hour and 15 minute greyhound trips to T.O., rocking out to my discman in stats, passing notes in class with Jill, Kirb 'n' Muffy, random road trips to Buckhorn, cobourg and T.O., skipping class to go to Wal-Mart, late night msn chats, beers and fudge-sicles on the balcony, wine and dip parties, lawn couches, bar hopping in "pointer" heels, movies at the galaxy, the laundromat - i will NOT miss you, the crazy singing man who washes windows, buying random shit at select mart when i'm bored, lazy sundays after a nite at the bar, pen pal letters, decorating the apt, the student ghetto, pot lucks, survivor dinner nights, watchin' the o.c., driving to lakefield 'cause the view is pretty, walking on the london st. bridge on a sunny day, jogging with foster and jill, poster stealing, eating bags of candy with tori in my room, impromptu driving lessons in the sobey's parking lot, profs who know my name, the trent express, crossing the bridge and seeing at least 10 ppl I know, dance parties in my room...clearly this list is endless.
Goodbye life as I know it - though some of the above things have already been gone for awhile and I already miss these memories, these are all moments and things that are truly a part of my experience at Trent, and I will never forget any of them. What a fucking blast. See ya later P.dot.
I have one essay left...it's a re-write due by the end of the week. Don't wanna do it.
We're having a bbq/party here on Thursday, and some T-dotters are coming up - for the last time. It seems pretty crazy to me that in a week I'll be in T.O. again...and I'm not sure if it's hit me yet that I won't be coming back here in September. It's time to move on and let go. I think I'm just really grateful for this experience, and I had a blast here at Trent - a frickin' hoot, in fact. It was the best decision I ever made to come here. And to think that I was just as worried 4 years ago to pick up and leave to come to this crazy lil' town that is now my home. I guess you just gotta go with the change, and it all works out in the end. I can't wait to hang out with Kim and Tori lots this summer. Who needs a job anyway?
It's time to say goodbye, and it's hard but it's time.
See ya later Trent U, Otonabee College, rez, fake i.d's, enderbenders, keg parties, college spirit, Head of the Trent, Dionysus, Smitty's breakkie, tim horton's procrastination breaks, ARAMARK, Bata, all-nighters, The Rooster, saturday nites @ the JUNC, retro wednesdays @ the Trash, McThirsty's, The Arms, city Lights and subway after the bar, Hasselton's, the Y, the Unit, Park Place, keg stands, days of the pink studded belt and the blue hoodie, Laura's apt, Downie St., mornings and nights @ the Only drinking cinnamon flavoured coffee out of a Maxwell mug, the Market Hall, shows @ the Gordon Best, 3am pita pit, the cap'n's bed, Nancy and Mags - bitches, dancing in the kitchen, easy mac and grilled cheese after the bar, Candy's annual week long bday bash, the 1 hour and 15 minute greyhound trips to T.O., rocking out to my discman in stats, passing notes in class with Jill, Kirb 'n' Muffy, random road trips to Buckhorn, cobourg and T.O., skipping class to go to Wal-Mart, late night msn chats, beers and fudge-sicles on the balcony, wine and dip parties, lawn couches, bar hopping in "pointer" heels, movies at the galaxy, the laundromat - i will NOT miss you, the crazy singing man who washes windows, buying random shit at select mart when i'm bored, lazy sundays after a nite at the bar, pen pal letters, decorating the apt, the student ghetto, pot lucks, survivor dinner nights, watchin' the o.c., driving to lakefield 'cause the view is pretty, walking on the london st. bridge on a sunny day, jogging with foster and jill, poster stealing, eating bags of candy with tori in my room, impromptu driving lessons in the sobey's parking lot, profs who know my name, the trent express, crossing the bridge and seeing at least 10 ppl I know, dance parties in my room...clearly this list is endless.
Goodbye life as I know it - though some of the above things have already been gone for awhile and I already miss these memories, these are all moments and things that are truly a part of my experience at Trent, and I will never forget any of them. What a fucking blast. See ya later P.dot.