So now my eyelids are heavy with sleepiness and my nose is sniffly and I feel really cozy slouched over in my sweatshirt.
I am not studying for my Japanese final right now, though I probably should.
Instead I'm reflecting upon all the friends who went out of their way to make tonight amazing for me.
I love my friends. I feel loved, and like I'll actually be missed. Which...while that's sad, it's also in many ways a nice feeling.
I have no more classes left at Northeastern. Today was the last day, and I can officially say that I had complete perfect attendance this semester, unless you count my Japanese class (on midterm day..!) for which I showed up 45 minutes late.
Anyone who knew me in high school will understand why my having perfect attendence in even ONE class is pretty amazing.
I have a final tomorrow and a final on Friday, and I move my stuff back to Arlington Friday night.
It's so weird. I'm not ready. I haven't had enough time living down the hall from Courtney and Jeff and downstairs from Steph and upstairs from Lynnea and down the street from Jeremy and Pat and Robin. I'm not ready to try to swipe in to West F and have it not work since I don't live here anymore. I'm not ready to pack up my shit and stop calling this place home.
In this moment though, I'm in a sort of sleepy, contented haze that makes everything seem alright.
I love my friends.
I am not studying for my Japanese final right now, though I probably should.
Instead I'm reflecting upon all the friends who went out of their way to make tonight amazing for me.
I love my friends. I feel loved, and like I'll actually be missed. Which...while that's sad, it's also in many ways a nice feeling.
I have no more classes left at Northeastern. Today was the last day, and I can officially say that I had complete perfect attendance this semester, unless you count my Japanese class (on midterm day..!) for which I showed up 45 minutes late.
Anyone who knew me in high school will understand why my having perfect attendence in even ONE class is pretty amazing.
I have a final tomorrow and a final on Friday, and I move my stuff back to Arlington Friday night.
It's so weird. I'm not ready. I haven't had enough time living down the hall from Courtney and Jeff and downstairs from Steph and upstairs from Lynnea and down the street from Jeremy and Pat and Robin. I'm not ready to try to swipe in to West F and have it not work since I don't live here anymore. I'm not ready to pack up my shit and stop calling this place home.
In this moment though, I'm in a sort of sleepy, contented haze that makes everything seem alright.
I love my friends.