Everything.
My morning consisted of me just sitting around looking up the usual information on shortwire and other blogs. I'm sort of a blog fanatic right now, I have about 20 that I have bookmarked and the list is growing. I talk with my friend Kalyn who has her own blog and she laughed when I mention how narcisstic it makes you feel. She tells me that blogging is to "welcome to the art of conversation with yourself". It's a pretty funny quote. It's finally around 16:00 hours or so, I decide it's the best time to catch the bus and attend my final class of the year. It's only accounting so I figure what a good note to end my University career.
When I arrive to school I sit around the back instead of up front. He's going over the questions for the exam and explains the business case we have to do. Wait a minute? That's the same case I did last year for an assignment. I start to drift off and fall asleep. I desperately try to remain awake but my tiredness becomes the best of me. I remember some classes I would hold a pen in between my thumb and index finger so that if I drifted off the sound of the pen hitting the floor would wake me up attentively. I didn't do it this time though and it was the feeling of my body go lifeless that finally woke me up.
After the class ended I went over to see my friend Vishald to talk about when we are going to study. There is a line up to talk to Konopaski and some people ask some dumb questions. He points to me. "Oh, I just wanna say goodbye." And he starts to laugh, so he offers a handshake. "So this is it eh?" He asks.
"Well, we'll have to see, it's either graduation or summerschool."
"We'll work something out."
We said our goodbyes and I headed towards the bus. I feel pretty good about that conversation and I hop on the Trent Express to make my way home. As the bus slowly crawls up the steep street of Parkhill the waning sun welcomes us at the top. Everyone who was looking ahead had their pupils adjust to the sudden burst of light. The sun light touched everything from the seats on the bus to the people themselves and created something beautiful in return.
I spent the rest of the night chilling with my roomates and making plans for tomorrow for Dionysus (a campus event).
When I arrive to school I sit around the back instead of up front. He's going over the questions for the exam and explains the business case we have to do. Wait a minute? That's the same case I did last year for an assignment. I start to drift off and fall asleep. I desperately try to remain awake but my tiredness becomes the best of me. I remember some classes I would hold a pen in between my thumb and index finger so that if I drifted off the sound of the pen hitting the floor would wake me up attentively. I didn't do it this time though and it was the feeling of my body go lifeless that finally woke me up.
After the class ended I went over to see my friend Vishald to talk about when we are going to study. There is a line up to talk to Konopaski and some people ask some dumb questions. He points to me. "Oh, I just wanna say goodbye." And he starts to laugh, so he offers a handshake. "So this is it eh?" He asks.
"Well, we'll have to see, it's either graduation or summerschool."
"We'll work something out."
We said our goodbyes and I headed towards the bus. I feel pretty good about that conversation and I hop on the Trent Express to make my way home. As the bus slowly crawls up the steep street of Parkhill the waning sun welcomes us at the top. Everyone who was looking ahead had their pupils adjust to the sudden burst of light. The sun light touched everything from the seats on the bus to the people themselves and created something beautiful in return.
I spent the rest of the night chilling with my roomates and making plans for tomorrow for Dionysus (a campus event).
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