Ghosts Of Myself.
I left the curtain open so that in the early morning the sunlight would shine on my face and eventually get hot enough to wake me up. I didn't want to set an alarm for the last day of my University career. I eventually got out of my bed and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen where I opened up the fridge and grabbed the 2L jug of OJ out from the rack and started to chug a bit down omitting any thought of using a glass. It's just more dishes to do. I got changed and then did my usual run of the blogs online and e-mail inbox checking. I also put on my exam song, P.Diddy - Let's Get It. Ever since my first year I have always played that song just before an exam. Every single time I am not even kidding you. It was a silly tradition I had because when I wrote my first exam I had that song in my head in 2001.
I finished what was left of my Assignment 2 so I got all my books in my backpack and rode out to hand it in to the professor in person. No more sliding under the cracks of doors business. It was a bright sunny day and I was in a contrived zen-like mode as I was riding down the Rotary Trail towards the school. Nodding my head to everyone and smiling the whole way there. They must have thought I was high. I took in every sight while on the trail, from the flowers in the grass to the birds in the sky.
When I got to the campus it was pretty empty, there were no persons to be seen anywhere. My mind would make images to fill the voids in the scenery. Memories of that time I walked to Blackburn Hall for the first time. The times I would walk into the athletic complex with my Jitsu stuff ready to train. The path to the athletic complex that would be filled with students walking to their exams. I rode my bike up the ramp to LEC, I could see myself standing out there throwing a snowball to Jessie's window to get her to let me in. I rode up further to the podium and see myself dancing with everyone when the first heat waves started coming after the long winter, and the sound of the drums that the students would beat on that would be heard all over campus in raw perfect rhythm. There faces like stone, big sunglasses covering their eyes as they beat the drums, and their full black beards. There is the bridge crossing the Otonabee river, I look to Champlain College and look at my old residence buildings and remember all of us playing in the snow after a night of drinking. And of course another vision of when I sat on the stone steps by the river by myself looking out in the waters wondering to make of everything. I never really figured it out just yet.
I finally made it to Gzowski College and I locked up my bike to the railings and walked up the steps. I went into my profs office and he greets me. I show him my Assignment 2 and he says thank you and asks if I am ready for my exam. "Oh I better be ready," I said, "It is my last one ever!" I exclaimed.
"You're last one of the summer?"
"Last one for good." I corrected and motioning my hands parting from one another.
"Well congradulations!" He said and shook my hand. "You'll be just fine, don't worry." He said.
That's all I wanted to hear. I went to the business resource room after and sat with Alison for a while. We traded knowledge of the class and gossiped a little bit too. When 18:00 hours came around we headed downstairs to write the exam. We sat outside the doors on the benches with a bunch of other people in the class. The song played in my head. Make this money, make this money, ain't no way they can take this from me... Finally the prof invited us all in and we scrambled to get a seat with a peice of paper. After doing some simple explaination he said begin and all the students flipped their pages.
The exam was all multiple choice so I circle methodically, and whenever a question requires some accounting math I work it out on the scrap peice of paper. Some questions I second guess myself and cross out previous answers and circle other answers. I am a sucker for "all the above" option, I always circle that answer. Which is usually assigned the letter D. After about an hour I check it over throughly and hand it in. I wanted up the steps without looking back and got on my bike and rode home. The sun was setting in the sky as I crossed the bridge. It was all over.
When I got home I had to celebrate by getting a pizza at 2-4-1.
So the parents called me up to ruin my celebration and to inquire about the exam. I give them the best details I could to satisfy them. They told me that they are picking me up in the morning and to pack as much as I can. So of course that night I did the exact opposite and just eat pizza all night and watch TV.
As I lay in bed to fall asleep, I looked at the ceiling of my room because I was too excited to sleep.
It was all over.
I finished what was left of my Assignment 2 so I got all my books in my backpack and rode out to hand it in to the professor in person. No more sliding under the cracks of doors business. It was a bright sunny day and I was in a contrived zen-like mode as I was riding down the Rotary Trail towards the school. Nodding my head to everyone and smiling the whole way there. They must have thought I was high. I took in every sight while on the trail, from the flowers in the grass to the birds in the sky.
When I got to the campus it was pretty empty, there were no persons to be seen anywhere. My mind would make images to fill the voids in the scenery. Memories of that time I walked to Blackburn Hall for the first time. The times I would walk into the athletic complex with my Jitsu stuff ready to train. The path to the athletic complex that would be filled with students walking to their exams. I rode my bike up the ramp to LEC, I could see myself standing out there throwing a snowball to Jessie's window to get her to let me in. I rode up further to the podium and see myself dancing with everyone when the first heat waves started coming after the long winter, and the sound of the drums that the students would beat on that would be heard all over campus in raw perfect rhythm. There faces like stone, big sunglasses covering their eyes as they beat the drums, and their full black beards. There is the bridge crossing the Otonabee river, I look to Champlain College and look at my old residence buildings and remember all of us playing in the snow after a night of drinking. And of course another vision of when I sat on the stone steps by the river by myself looking out in the waters wondering to make of everything. I never really figured it out just yet.
I finally made it to Gzowski College and I locked up my bike to the railings and walked up the steps. I went into my profs office and he greets me. I show him my Assignment 2 and he says thank you and asks if I am ready for my exam. "Oh I better be ready," I said, "It is my last one ever!" I exclaimed.
"You're last one of the summer?"
"Last one for good." I corrected and motioning my hands parting from one another.
"Well congradulations!" He said and shook my hand. "You'll be just fine, don't worry." He said.
That's all I wanted to hear. I went to the business resource room after and sat with Alison for a while. We traded knowledge of the class and gossiped a little bit too. When 18:00 hours came around we headed downstairs to write the exam. We sat outside the doors on the benches with a bunch of other people in the class. The song played in my head. Make this money, make this money, ain't no way they can take this from me... Finally the prof invited us all in and we scrambled to get a seat with a peice of paper. After doing some simple explaination he said begin and all the students flipped their pages.
The exam was all multiple choice so I circle methodically, and whenever a question requires some accounting math I work it out on the scrap peice of paper. Some questions I second guess myself and cross out previous answers and circle other answers. I am a sucker for "all the above" option, I always circle that answer. Which is usually assigned the letter D. After about an hour I check it over throughly and hand it in. I wanted up the steps without looking back and got on my bike and rode home. The sun was setting in the sky as I crossed the bridge. It was all over.
When I got home I had to celebrate by getting a pizza at 2-4-1.
So the parents called me up to ruin my celebration and to inquire about the exam. I give them the best details I could to satisfy them. They told me that they are picking me up in the morning and to pack as much as I can. So of course that night I did the exact opposite and just eat pizza all night and watch TV.
As I lay in bed to fall asleep, I looked at the ceiling of my room because I was too excited to sleep.
It was all over.
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