Nott What You'd Expected...

Making it Last.

It's like the last week of high school all over again... a week of lasts. Back then, it was the Last Gym Class on a Friday, Last Test on a Wednesday Even Block Day, or Last Meal of Salisbury Steak in the Caf....
Now, it's the same concept with a drastically different locale.... Now we're bemoaning the Last Monday night meal with chicken. Last trip to Sainsbury's to help Mark shop. Last soberly enjoyed episode of Have I Got News For You. Last Wine Wednesday.

Having successfully passed the Last Final Exam, but still awaiting the arrival of enough motivation to finish the Final Paper, it's been a strange week. I'm having a hard time coming to grips with leaving, arriving, and managing to concentrate a year's experiences into a 7 page paper. The topic: "I, Traveler" is supposed to end up being a thesis-driven, focused essay on god knows what.

M/C are trying to give us a little leeway in our direction, thus continuing the theme of vague assignments this year. Brandon and Mary, while not done, are pretty set on a thesis, while so far I've only been able to assemble a sad excuse of an outline- in my case, a glorified list of jokes and topics i 'should probably cover' over the course of 7 pages....

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A day later...
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Still somewhat confused on the topic, I've strung together some 900-odd eerily sensible words that, while lucid, do not in any way form a decent essay.

The end is nigh, with our nights officially planned out for the rest of our time here, things seem a little claustrophobic. Deadlines caving in, papers due, presentations tomorrow, cleaning all day Saturday, a huge sale at HM to get to, packing my belongings into 3 suitcases (one very small, shared suitcase for extra purchases), and saying goodbye to Notts.
I'm doing my best to kind of sum up the huge amount of feelings that seem to wash in and out of the flat like tides of estrogen- I want to be able to encase and remember how I've felt about going home, leaving here, starting work again, looking towards senior year- but it's been hard to put in words. This blog is at a point where it's either reached the climax, or it's been floundering through falling action for weeks. Is the good stuff still to come, like how readjustment and re-entry go, or has it already gone?

I suppose that kind of rhetorical question can't be answered until I've successfully stepped off the plane on Tuesday.

It's looking like a Guinness Power Hour tonight, followed by frantic mid-morning paper writing and polishing before presentations and a Catered meal from MC tomorrow night.
If i'm feeling brave, the paper might have to make an appearance via the interweb.

posted by Kevin @ 9:38 PM