![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Tell me that you'll wait for me...
May. 9th, 2004 09:29 amSo Mike just left, about ten minutes ago. My room is very sad and empty, if filled at least partially by the mess we made. I should get that cleaned up at some point. I've already made a start at picking up the trash, but there is still a lot to do. I really miss him already, even though he'll be back in three weeks, for Senior week and to watch me graduate.
It's going to be a hell of a three weeks. Graduating, gah. I used to think that it would be a horrific wrench, being pulled away from my school, out kicking and screaming into whatever comes next. And it's true that I'm really going to miss the friends I made here, not to mention all the gaming opportunity at my fingertips. But as for the school itself, I am ready to shake the dust of this place from my shoes. I'm tired of Knox, tired of the liberal-unreality bubble, tired of the endless politiking and the spoiled-kid mentality. Tired of endless philosophical handwaving about useless shit (Thank you, Professor R!) and classes that don't have any bearing on what I want to do with my life. Cooling my heels for a year in Chicago will be strange and maybe a little surreal, but at least I won't have to choose classes. Just get a job, ack...
The Philosophy department picnic is this afternoon and I promised to bring a kek, so I suppose I'd better get started. Which, incidentally, reminds me of one more thing to bitch about. I know that we're in the wrong on our suite cleanliness thing, but for all the bitching they do about us, you'd think Facilities Services would take it into their heads to clean the kitchen once in awhile. It stinks like a dozen pigs down there. Ewww.
It's going to be a hell of a three weeks. Graduating, gah. I used to think that it would be a horrific wrench, being pulled away from my school, out kicking and screaming into whatever comes next. And it's true that I'm really going to miss the friends I made here, not to mention all the gaming opportunity at my fingertips. But as for the school itself, I am ready to shake the dust of this place from my shoes. I'm tired of Knox, tired of the liberal-unreality bubble, tired of the endless politiking and the spoiled-kid mentality. Tired of endless philosophical handwaving about useless shit (Thank you, Professor R!) and classes that don't have any bearing on what I want to do with my life. Cooling my heels for a year in Chicago will be strange and maybe a little surreal, but at least I won't have to choose classes. Just get a job, ack...
The Philosophy department picnic is this afternoon and I promised to bring a kek, so I suppose I'd better get started. Which, incidentally, reminds me of one more thing to bitch about. I know that we're in the wrong on our suite cleanliness thing, but for all the bitching they do about us, you'd think Facilities Services would take it into their heads to clean the kitchen once in awhile. It stinks like a dozen pigs down there. Ewww.
