Ending Start

Exams are over! Papers are handed in! I AM NO LONGER AN UNDERGRADUATE!

To celebrate, Tycho and I stayed in bed for an extra long time today. It was raining outside, but warm and snuggly inside, and we had a very nice snooze, me and my fuzz-captain... look, he's even smiling contentedly...

I had a wee bit of an emotional moment when I handed in my last exam and walked out into the sunshine, which felt a bit warmer and a bit brighter because I was no longer saddled with exams and coursework... but there was also a grey cloud hovering on the horizon (cue Winnie the Pooh) because this is the end of an era, an era which started with a rather nervous and naive megan getting hauled out of her mom's car outside of Saugeen by a bunch of crazy sophs on move-in day... and, interestingly, the era is drawing to a reluctant close as a valiant but just as naive megan moves temporarily into an apartment building that looks across at Saugeen. Four years and I'll be living only ten feet away from where I started! Of course, I'll have wisdom and a big piece of paper to show for it. But my life already feels emptier... or, at least, my room does, due to a lack of library books stacked in waist-high piles across the floor...

I told Tycho to pack up all his little toys. So far he is not cooperating. Today after we got up he was howling to be let outside, and since it was pouring rain I opened the door for him, knowing he wouldn't get far. When he heard the sound of the door he came galloping over, all primed and ready to make one of his wily escapes, but he skidding to a stop when he saw the rain and he's been looking accusingly at me since then, like the weather is my fault! It all worked out okay though, because his howling has stopped and he's been staggering around with his sleepy face on all afternoon.

To celebrate the done-ness of my undergraduate career I went out for food with this handsome lad, who has one exam left. We accidentally ate at The Keg, and accidentally ordered an expensive bottle of wine, but I think it was all our subconscious conspiring to make us have a good time despite our best efforts. We even had crab legs! Which, I've discovered, are only slightly less repulsive than sushi. Their redeeming feature is that you get to dip them in butter (instead of gasoline).




I'm not sure what D's confrontational face was for but maybe he was trying to look like a tough guy while he ate a decidedly un-tough guy kind of meat. With a cute little tiny fork.

NOW on the agenda: packing like mad. Woodward is closing for business a week from today! This means lots of throat-tighening, stomach-knotting things have to happen, like the taking down of posters, and the removal of furniture, and the goodbyes to various innanimate objects. Goodbye, big deck! Goodbye, shitty bathroom! Goodbye, window!
Good thing I have a whole week to do this. It's gonna be messy.