And the band played Waltzing Matilda

I had my last class, a Spanish Intermediate class, at the Evergreen State College last Thursday. March 15th 2012 at 9:15 PM PST. I’ve known that this would be my last day here for months now. Still I found myself checking my watch every few minutes towards the end of class, impatient even at the end. I did not have anything to look forward to that night. I would do exactly the same thing I had done after class the entire week. I’d go back to my apartment and either go to my room to mill about until I went to bed or hang out with my roommates. It was only a few days ago and I cannot tell you what I did that night. After class got out, I stood in the classroom as everyone else packed up their things and started leaving. I asked my professor a question about a paper, but that took a moment. I had everything packed up, I had my coat and gloves on. My backpack was on and strapped down. My iPod headphones were in, playing something awful I’m sure. And I stood there, in silence looking around the room. I am sure it was an odd sight. I had spent so much time over the past four years in rooms like that one. To think that this is the last time in who knows how long that I’ll be in one is an odd thought. Eventually I walked out of the room and across the marshy fields under the half moon back to my apartment. I may have cried a little. I break down occasionally. There was no urgency, in fact if anything I had every reason to not rush and enjoy the time while I still had it, but I still checked my watch and compared its time to the room’s.

Now, it as a few days later. My weekend plans were shot down so I spent the weekend sitting around my apartment, I watched Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday. A friend visited for a few hours on Sunday. The Xbox 360 here in the apartment has a dying power supply and so I can’t play Mass Effect 3, which was my week two weeks ago. I’ve spent quite a bit of time cleaning the apartment, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, doing dishes. Tedious work but surprising relaxing. I spent an evening on and listening to CCR on YouTube. I move out on Friday and I still don’t have a real plan for what I am going to do with myself. I know I will be in Bend for the foreseeable future. I will do my best to make myself useful but I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. However I’d like to go skiing. That seems like a reasonable goal.

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