Crushing Krisis

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I’m Telling You For The Last Time

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This is the last weekend of my life as i have come to know it.

I have this way of always wanting to do the thing that stands three steps ahead of me rather than the one i have to do at the moment. In class i want to be playing guitar, playing guitar i want to be playing City of Heroes, and playing CoH i want to be working on The Mother-Daughter Dyad in Duras and Kincaid.

Just like turning cards in a game of solitaire, some things keep getting dealt past, flashing by as the next trio of cards are flipped. In solitaire, you desperately seek a home for the cards between you and your object. In my life, i desperately hurtle towards deadlines.

This week is a series of deadlines. By Friday, my life will have ended.

My room is teeming with boxes half-packed in anticipation of moving out of what was truly my “college apartment.” They need to be done by Monday morning. By Tuesday night i will have gone from from living relationally on my own to sharing each “good morning” and “good night” with another person.

I am frantically building a completely new website from scratch for the first time in years. It will be at once like and unlike this one. And orange. It is for a class — one of ten assignments pending in my four courses. At 3:20 PM on Thursday, i will attend the last class of my college career. If all of my assignments are in by Friday, i will qualify to graduate.

So, you see, my life is ending. When i wake up on Saturday i will be in my new apartment, in a different bed, in the strange sensations of being free from the pressure of college. I will be in a new life; finally an adult. Perhaps i had the opportunity to become one sometime before now, but i kept dealing past it.

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The first day of fall on a college campus is always a memorable experience… yesterday was that in two respects: the first day of Fall while on campus, and the first day of Fall term. Freshmen were everywhere, lines for food and books were long, and i spotted nearly a hundred people i haven’t seen in months (and lamented easily another hundred that i didn’t see). I ran into Gina with former roommate Michelle and walked them to the bookstore where i had a sighting of Laurel and Ben before i was distracted by Kathe who was eventually joined by Selina, but then i had class with Karen and afterwards ran into Matt A. before headed back to class, this time with Gina. And, that was only in the span of an hour.

Sometimes you anticipate your relationships to all of these people changing, and sometimes you expect them to stay the same. Or, at least, i do. I’ve been finding out that sometimes i’m right and sometimes i’m not – sometimes in cases i didn’t really expect. Who knew that one biting comment from one of my favourite friends would leave me seething and writing a nasty song about them on the first day of having them back in my life? Who knew that someone i generally despise would put a broad smile on my face while i was walking around aimlessly? Who knew that people would change so much, or stay so much the same?

I haven’t really thought about my ‘blogging schedule’ … last year i took alternate weekdays off. Today i am headed to International Business Law, Critical Reasoning, Basic Production, and Communication Theory. We’ll see how i feel about blogging after all of that.

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I’m not sure i could quantify our moving just in numbers, or even in words, but it involved five primary housemates, five special guest-lifters, five fabulous locations, one mom with a pre-cooked dinner, and approximately twenty motrin consumed in under four hours by three different people. Oh, and two practically moved into new apartments: one without electricity and the other without a phone. All in all it should make for an interesting weekend. But, speaking of hurdles, now i have to give our powerpoint presentation, empty my old apartment, carry it all up the stairs to my new apartment, and go back to the old apartment to drop off my keys. Oh, and carry my mattress and box spring up to the fourth floor… but i’m trying not to think of that right now.

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