Well, I've been hit pretty hard this time with semester-end nostalgia. This happens to me every semester, as I realize I've built cameraderie in my classes, loose friendships with people who I never hang out with OUTSIDE of class, but who I like and enjoyed talking to 2 or 3 days a week, even if it only consisted of whining about the class or true confessions of books never read. And since we're not really that close, I realize the I might never see these people again. Which, I mean, I have plenty of friends and I'm not heartbroken, but it's still a little sad.
And this semester, the sentimentalism is particularly bad, because Carol's moving out. My dear, wonderful roommate, source of such verbal joys as "did you talk to the dealy-dude?" "I feel ralphy" "we're staying with the g-rents" and "blinky-blinky in the dinky." I'm glad Carol's going to France and everything - it will be a great experience for her. But after 3 semesters of living together, we're definately going to miss her.
And I'm thinking ahead too. only one more round of calvin classes and it's time for me to move on. Weird. And I'm halfway done with my WA-dom.
and that's what's happening in my head as I try and prepare for my Shakespeare final. Well, that and the sonnet I memorized. That's happening too. I hope some people heard me as I was reciting sonnet while I pumped gas Wednesday. It was awesome.
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4 comments:
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be, you know. I remember back when I was a kid we had some really great nostalgia. I used to be nostalgic on my long up-hill walks to school through the snow.
Yeah. Good times.
For what it's worth, I'll miss our tuesday/thursday relationship too. Of course if I actually keep up with blogging maybe we'll have an e-friendship. Who knows?
(PS I spent 5 hours in the Cincinnati airport today, most of it reading the first 200 pages of The Blood of the Lamb. It's the Peter DeVries novel Roy always talked about in class, and it's amazing. His commentary on Dutch Reformed Calvinists is both true and hilarious. Read it, if you get a chance.)
I'm still getting used to BLOGGER so my anonymous comment on this post was not meant to be - sorry.
I completely know what you mean. I felt that way leaving school, and I felt that way leaving my last 2 jobs. There are people you like, but you're not really friends with, so the only ties you have are from class/work. It's weird. But, hey, I'm not going to stop bothering you...so it works with us okay, right? lol. Merry Christmas and we need to hang out in the new year!
I promise an email soon!
Peace!
Kirsten
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