I just got home from my last final of my (first) undergraduate career. I put that little sucker to bed.
Of course I had another study session with my mates last night. Our intentions were honorable: we showed up at the library at 6:00 for the scheduled study session with the rest of our class. I showed up with every intention of filling in my notes and getting my essays organized. Instead, the administrator of said study group decided not to make an appearance, so I spent about two hours with David, Ben, and Jer joking around (mostly making fun of another student in the class who is, by all means, an unfortunate human being) while we occasionally tried to focus. I finally suggested we go to the bar again, since we were clearly disrupting other students with our shenanigans. We spent several more hours at The Tav, and managed to jot down a few details about the ID terms. Bar kitchens shut down at 10 apparently, so by the time I was so desperately hungry I actually wanted to buy food we were forced to leave The Tav in search of sustenance.
At Ben's suggestion we ventured across town to Saks, (with me driving Jer's huge SUV and singing to NIN when I wasn't being crooned by Jeremy's singing along to country music or porn rap) a kick-ass 24-hour diner at a truck stop. I got a club sandwich (SO good, I was SO happy) and we spent another several hours joking around and generally not studying. As we were incapable of focusing even after acquiring our feed, we met up before our final this morning for a final "prep" session. You can do the math to figure out how that went. (Awesome!)
I wanted to walk out with Jer as usual, so after I finished my final I sat around doodling for a few minutes. I needed to use the loo, however, so I decided to just hand in my final and then wait for him on the couches. After a 5-second internal debate about whether or not I wanted to wait and then go to the bathroom, I trotted down to the second floor for a quick bathroom break. I returned to the third floor, where Jeremy joined me within two minutes. As we walked out of the building (lauding ourselves for having completed our degrees), me on the left, Jer on the right, he noticed that P (P from the last post) was lurking off to my left. Looking at me. Apparently as soon as I left the room after the final P immediately got up and handed his in. I was so glad that I'd decided to tinkle instead of holding it as I normally would have! When it gets to the point where other people are noticing - and are uncomfortable with - another person's behavior I definitely have cause for concern.
So I walk tomorrow, and I'm not really looking forward to it because I hate the stress of trying to coordinate everything (both with myself and with my family), and I don't want to look like a fool in front of everyone...... But it's an accomplishment that I think I'm allowed to be proud of, so I will make the most of it.
It seems like every hour of every day gives me more reasons to be happy about staying here. I'm having a blast and learning so much about life and about myself. I'm glad I live in a time and place where I can continue my education and not sell myself short as I nearly did. How fortunate am I that, after discovering "too late" what is important I discovered an alternate route in life that gave me a second chance?
Oh....and remember Owen? He got the letter I wrote him, wrote back, and added me on Facebook. Life is so bizarro.