goodbye, GYLC
so here it is. day 12. thursday. the official last day of GYLC. the saddest day of ALL of my 16 years. i cried like i've never cried before, and thats a hell of a lot. everyone cried. even Dan cried. what i wouldnt give to be back in good ol' LGM 303 in Academic Hall, or in the pub eating the worst food in america, or being lost in DC, or taking a shower in a icky dorm at manhattan, or walking 2 miles to the dining hall, or walking up the gigantic hill to get to my room at GW, or waiting for hours for Bus 6 to get fixed. Not a day goes by when i dont think about all that happened in those 12 days. im definitely a different person now. And when i think of how i'll never see some of those people again EVER...when i think of how we'll never all be together to do a sound off bus counts...when i think of how there will never be any more LGM's...when i think of how ill never be around to see dan do "icky la picky wicky"...when i think of how ill never be in the same room with 21 awesome people who KNOW what HOI POLLOI *tche* is...it hurts too much :'(
so during LGM, we present dan with the veneZuelan pig, and presented all our certificates after a little reminiscing. we all have everyones contact info. we all cry. we all hug. i get picked up twice hehe. we then do a farewell "icky la ipcky wicky" and a sound off for the last time.
funny faces^^
then we head off to the auditorium for a "looking back" ceremony. awesome speeches. we HOI POLLOI cemil. and when its all said and done, we're off to baggage. i hug as many people as i can find goodbye for the 100th time, cause i know it could be the last time ill ever see them. me and jemma stand in the parkinglot unable to board our now different buses. "WE WILL NOT BE TORN APART!". we finally have to go.
Erin is the only one i know in my area at the airport. so i eat lunch with her n gary and this other south carolinian until they have to board. i walked them onto their gate. and after they leave...im alone. alone like ive never felt before in my life. it was like watching my family, my real family just kind of, die. walked alone to my gate and onto my flight. cried myself to sleep for the entire flight. it still hurts.
what i wouldnt give to be back there...
"take out your timing devices...it is now 8:27 am. Welcome back to the real world."