I started this entry back at at Andrew’s…I asked nicely to use his place to sleep at, because he was, at the time, off seeing…VANILLA ICE in NEW WESTMINSTER.
I’m sorry, let me clarify that: my boyfriend, who is one of the WHITEST GUYS I KNOW, was off seeing VANILLA ICE in…NEW WEST. May G– have mercy on our souls. That’s so much white, it’s blinding.
The T-shirts for the tour, by the way, say “WORD TO YOUR MUTHA”.
So today’s my last day as an undergrad. Yay. I have an essay to finish, and exam to write tonight, and then I’m done. “One more special message to go, then I’m done, then I can go home.” So I’m going to go home, drink coffee, write the damn essay, study, and then…that’s it.
I looped campus on the way home half an hour ago, before I decided to come into the office and write an entry. I went past the Chan Centre, where I’ll be graduating in three weeks.
(And I’ll be speaking at said convocation. It looks like I’m going to get to speak at my own grad ceremony. I’m going to do it wearing a yellow ACF staff shirt under my robes, and setting a golf club on the podium before I start speaking.)
I passed Buchanan, where I have spent the bulk of my UBC career, either in classes or the AUS offices. I will dream in Buchanan at some point, I’m sure.
I went past Totem, where I imagined myself, at seventeen, cramming all night, drawing a timeline of Mediaeval European History on the 4th Kwak hall wall in washable marker, the night before my last exam in April of 1996.
I looped past T-Bird stadium, where I have spent two weeks of my life over two years, working on Arts County.
I thought of all my friends sleeping in their rez rooms, in Gage and Vanier, Totem and Fairview. Or not sleeping, as the case may be.
I have farewell bonfires galore coming up over the next few days. I’ll be busy socializing, dammit. It’s very different than the hermit-like existence I led before leaving in 1996.
And now, I’m going home, for coffee and essay writing. Too tempting to sit here and watching Strong Bad reruns otherwise.