Yesterday was my last day of classes.
It was a beautiful day—sunny with a high that was supposed to be 75 but peaked at 80. The only thing I wish I’d done different is wear something shorter than jeans.
I can’t exactly say “That’s it; I’m done.” I still have a Greek/Latin roots final on Monday (which should be a breeze) and a final project and report for my database internals class, but those are manageable.
So, this really is more or less it.
I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet, though part of that might be that I didn’t sleep well last night because it was oppressively muggy in my room.
We all react in different ways. One of my friends was high strung and random today, which would have been far more amusing if I’d been more awake. Not that it wasn’t amusing to begin with, but I was a little too tired to enjoy it. (I wound up taking a nap later after getting some work done.)
So now, in 8 days, I’ll be walking across the stage with about 350 other people total, if everyone shows up for the departmental ceremony. I am not walking in the big commencement, though—I don’t do well in large crowds for long periods of time. I’ve promised my dad that he can hold up a big “CHICKADOODLE IS #1!!!!!” sign. I’m wondering if he actually will. It’d be interesting. I’d probably shrivel up out of embarrassment, but he’s my dad, and he has the right to do these things after putting up with me.
Shortly after that, as I’ve complained about before, I’ll be getting my upper wisdom teeth removed. Seriously, has anyone else had to have two surgeries because their wisdom teeth didn’t come in all at the same time? It’s nuts! (Though, as I’ve also said, this surgery should be comparatively easier.)
A few weeks after that, the boyfriend and I will be moving into a different apartment for the next year. It’s a nice place: a two-bedroom affair with controlled-ish access, a huge living room, and a fireplace which is sadly non-functional. That’s okay, though, because we get radiant heating through the ceiling. I don’t quite understand it, but it works, so say the current tenants. It’s an exciting prospect, though we will have to grab a few things before we move in. Like a working microwave, as mine went kaput a few months ago. It was an 80’s microwave at the very newest, though, so I can’t say I miss it. I enjoy being to punch in that I want exactly 33 seconds on power level 4, as opposed to 40 seconds on low, whatever that means.
It’ll be an adjustment, especially because I turn around and start working again just days after we move in, and the boyfriend has his own summer job. We’re all busy people around here, most of us starting on July 8th.
We’ll get through it. We always do. I’m not dreading it… much. It’ll just be a crazy few weeks, and I don’t always handle crazy all that well. But I’ve got plenty of people I can lean on. (Watch them all scatter after they read this blog post… I’m totally kidding, guys!)
So… the beginning of the end… and onto another beginning. You’ll understand if my posts are spotty over the next bit. I will probably try to write a post the day I get my wisdom teeth out, just for kicks and giggles. Given I was remarkably lucid the last time I had wisdom teeth taken out, it probably won’t be noticeably different, except for more grammar/spelling errors. We’ll see.
Wish me luck!
(Also, because I think it’s appropriate: “Closing Time” by Semisonic)