Three More Nights
Today, it occurred to me that I will only be spending three more nights of my life in this room.
Which is exceptionally bizarre.
I’m going to miss this room, because it’s familiar, but I spent about ten minutes last night just standing in a room that is identical to the room that will be mine next year and thinking. Thinking about how I’m going to make it my room. Because I undoubtedly will, because that’s how life works. This room has become my room, and it’s been an excellent home to Marissa and me for the past eight or so months. I don’t like having to worry about how all my things are going to fit in a new room, but I also know that, if moving in next year is anything like moving in this year was, it will all just sort of fall into place and I will make it homey and happy.
I hate packing more than almost anything, which is why I’m so unenthused about this move—I’ll be glad to go back home, but packing all this stuff up and then having to unpack it all into my bedroom at home is going to suck. I haven’t gained so much stuff that we just can’t get it all home, but I definitely have more than I came with. What are we doing with this bookshelf? I don’t know how to take it apart! I do have significantly more books than I did when I left. Textbooks, three rather large hardbacks, four smaller books. Eight seasons of the TV show Charmed. A bunch of papers. At least I didn’t buy any new notebooks after I got here! That vacuum cleaner came at Christmas, and I have so many new t-shirts. I really, really, really don’t want to deal with all of this, and I don’t know how many of my clothes I should bother washing before I leave (although I really think one load should do it…enough underwear to survive, and a few shirts I actually enjoy wearing) and I just don’t want to think about it, because thinking about packing makes me a lot more overwhelmed than thinking about the final I still have to complete for Religious Autobiography.
Guhh. Only two full days left here, but so much to do! Although, let’s be real, most of the packing will happen on Tuesday. After noon on Monday, I can just sort of relax.
Excellent day was excellent.
After a final that made me want to cry, I didn’t expect very much after this day.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
After this final, my friend Elena sat with me and talked to me about anything and everything else, and I got really distracted and started to feel better.
Then we had a sisterhood event (WOOO) and had popsicles and went to a pretty park and had fun and it was lovely. And then I went back to the dorms with Erin, and I got dinner at Panera (Erin accompanied. Our eating schedules were off from each other today), which is ALWAYS a good thing. Then we went to a BASEBALL GAME.
Admittedly, we’re not fab at baseball this year, but it was still really, really fun being there with Erin and Katie and, later, Angela, and sitting behind these moms of players who are there all the time and know Katie because she goes to every game. It was just fun and silly and it didn’t rain like we thought it would.
Then Erin and I went back to Blair for a bit and Erin ordered a pizza and we went to Katie and Angela’s Mayfield and watched a silly, silly movie with them and Bethany (who also lives there and is such a lovely person). And then we caught a Vandy Van (probably the last time I run for one this year, but it was fun) and I got to watch some drunk kids try to get past a sprinkler system without getting wet. And then I watched the last fifteen minutes ofMean Girlsand got on the internet and I am a happy camper.
Also, it was my last Friday here this semester.
Because I don’t have anything better to do…
That’s actually a lie. I could be practicing for my keyboard proficiency, which is in half an hour, but I had my voice jury already and I sort of hate everything, so we’ll see how this goes. But for now I’m just on the internet. Casual.
I have officially finished all my classes of my freshman year of college. I have that proficiency, a Musicianship hearing, a final for Music as Global Culture, a final for German Diction, a final for Harmonic Idioms (of the Common Practice Period, we can’t forget that), and a final paper type thing for Religious Autobiography. That’s still a lot to do, but in a week, it will all be over. And tomorrow I barely have anything, so I sort of get a dead day (like everyone else gets today).
I’m just tired and I don’t feel very well and I messed up some stupid things on my jury that were avoidable. And I don’t want to take this proficiency, because I don’t know fingerings for arpeggios, which is so stupid. What if I fail that one section and can’t be sure that I can move on to KH4? That sounds way too stressful. At least there will be cookies. And I have my first chapter tonight. That should be nice. Except I forgot the secret words or whatever. So it’s kind of awkward. I guess it’ll be okay. Ugh.
I just want to sleep forever and ever amen.
I hope you’re having a better day than me. Good luck with your last weeks of school or finals or the first weeks of summer, and love and stuff.
P.S. Did I mention that when I was avoiding writing that paper yesterday, I didn’t just watch a couple episodes of Doctor Who…I watched seven? Yeah. That is a thing that is true. I have now completed all but series six. So I guess I have to cool off so I have something to watch with Alice when I get home…whoops.