It's like exams are this blockage that a whole lot of life builds up behind...
Suddenly they're over and life comes pouring through.
I finished my test and rode into the city with friends for dinner and Avenue Q, which is fantastic. Young idealistic muppet learns how much life sucks and sings so gleefully that the whole thing is kind of uplifting, while also making any avid Sesame street watcher squirm with horror or delight, mostly delight.
We got ice cream and then went to the class party where I skirted the periphery of the med student blob and got into a chat with a random guy who is the fledgling author of a self-published "historical futurist" novel. He was an interesting character but eventually there was returning to my crew and the long train ride home.
The next day I decided it was time to donate my hair. I hadn't gotten it cut in three years and had a big chunky braid that was well over the 10 inch minimum. I cornered a friend in the courtyard between our buildings and convinced her to cut it off for me and then ran to the post office just before closing to pack it up and send it to Florida for Locks of Love. The poor ladies at the post office had to help me send that peculiar package and then fill out customs forms for another one all in the minutes before closing time.
I caught a bus then a train to the Astoria beer garden and I must confess that I denied my German roots and passed up the kielbasa for a veggie burger. The fried munster and wheat ales were delicious. After joking around about brots and bangers for a while I bolted back up to the bronx for prayer meeting, our last of the year.
Prayer meeting was just three of us singing "be thou my vision," "come thou fount" and others for a while. A few more folks came in for the study and we took a look at the passage "do not be anxious about anything but in all things with thanksgiving present your requests to God."
In the morning I booked a boltbus, missed a boltbus, ate a coconut donut and was mercifully waved onto the next bus. I wrote my last essay for school while riding down to Philadelphia and emailed it in from the Cosi at 30th st station (free wi fi!). Fireboy scooped me up to say high to his family and drop by the station. He was buzzing about video games he saw at a tradeshow, including this one which he says looks mighty addictive.
I escaped by train to see aridice for margaritas and a brief wander through west philly followed up by ice cream when fireboy caught up with us. Early morning I woke up in Swarthmore, caught the train to the bus and came back to New York to pick up some things for travelling. I missed another bus and caught the next one, grabbed my passport and vaccination record and went to my appointment with the doctor for malaria meds. This took 3 hours and feels like about the longest time I've been sitting in one place since exams finished.
I finished my test and rode into the city with friends for dinner and Avenue Q, which is fantastic. Young idealistic muppet learns how much life sucks and sings so gleefully that the whole thing is kind of uplifting, while also making any avid Sesame street watcher squirm with horror or delight, mostly delight.
We got ice cream and then went to the class party where I skirted the periphery of the med student blob and got into a chat with a random guy who is the fledgling author of a self-published "historical futurist" novel. He was an interesting character but eventually there was returning to my crew and the long train ride home.
The next day I decided it was time to donate my hair. I hadn't gotten it cut in three years and had a big chunky braid that was well over the 10 inch minimum. I cornered a friend in the courtyard between our buildings and convinced her to cut it off for me and then ran to the post office just before closing to pack it up and send it to Florida for Locks of Love. The poor ladies at the post office had to help me send that peculiar package and then fill out customs forms for another one all in the minutes before closing time.
I caught a bus then a train to the Astoria beer garden and I must confess that I denied my German roots and passed up the kielbasa for a veggie burger. The fried munster and wheat ales were delicious. After joking around about brots and bangers for a while I bolted back up to the bronx for prayer meeting, our last of the year.
Prayer meeting was just three of us singing "be thou my vision," "come thou fount" and others for a while. A few more folks came in for the study and we took a look at the passage "do not be anxious about anything but in all things with thanksgiving present your requests to God."
In the morning I booked a boltbus, missed a boltbus, ate a coconut donut and was mercifully waved onto the next bus. I wrote my last essay for school while riding down to Philadelphia and emailed it in from the Cosi at 30th st station (free wi fi!). Fireboy scooped me up to say high to his family and drop by the station. He was buzzing about video games he saw at a tradeshow, including this one which he says looks mighty addictive.
I escaped by train to see aridice for margaritas and a brief wander through west philly followed up by ice cream when fireboy caught up with us. Early morning I woke up in Swarthmore, caught the train to the bus and came back to New York to pick up some things for travelling. I missed another bus and caught the next one, grabbed my passport and vaccination record and went to my appointment with the doctor for malaria meds. This took 3 hours and feels like about the longest time I've been sitting in one place since exams finished.