So today I was feeling a bit sad about leaving and graduating. I made plans to visit my cousin and potential PhD programs over spring break and all around I just felt glum. I dislike the anticipation of endings more than the actual ending itself.
So anyway, I was in the library making myself write emails that prove I am worthy as a potential academic asset, (well, really, I was talking about doing this and swapping youtube vdos with my thesis buddy. We decided there are two kinds of academics: those of us who see interesting things and want to talk about them, and those who read the learned books and then have to use them to talk about things) when I got an email from Campus Ministry asking if I could possibly maybe PLEASE be a last minute trip advisor for the Jamaica service trip?! JAMAICA. I ASK YOU. After I buy my non-refundable tickets to North Carolina!
Strange as this may sound, that actually made me feel a lot better. I'm connected here. People know me, people like me, people trust me. I've done well. I'll stay connected, somehow.
Then the fire alarm rang. (I bet it was an undergrad being stupid, little git.) And I realized it was almost midnight, I didn't have my student id, and I'd forgotten my apartment key at home so I needed to get back before my roommate went to bed. I took it as a sign that I should leave the library. Some things just can't be argued with.
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