It's Closin' Time.

It's that time again. The time where I hand over my $75 key to the RA, forever leaving behind Room 415C. Chills run down my spine as I take a last glance at the room that's been home to me since August. Those chills go through my cold heart and are pumped right down to my filthy fingertips, ready to chomp away at those online professor evaluations. 

For three months I leave behind my companions of Farris Hall et al. I will miss my bros dearly. I'd say I'll get to visit them soon, but I will be out of the country for five weeks…so maybe not.

On that note, it's time to introduce you to another triple C (close companion from college). When Alissa isn't sending me off the edge, it's thanks to my wise, green-haired Mexican. Yeah, I bet you've never been able to say that. Meet Melissa, and all she had to say regarding my nearing voyage (that's francais for trip) to Nova Scotia:

I've never been told such sage advice whilst eating lunch, not even from a fortune cookie. She's absolutely right. Which is why I'm not depressed about leaving my empty room at all.

I'M FUCKING FREE!

 FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, 

THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I AM FREE AT LAST!

I was often told as a freshman that sophomore year is the absolute worst. They weren't kidding. While I've had more dreadful things happen to me in my life, I've never had a more terrible year as a whole. 

A year of physical ails, boy drama, greek drama, geek drama, family drama, friend drama, professor trauma, stress, tests, mental wars, a horde of suicide-planners, facing childhood flashbacks, financial excursions, and on top of everything else, being fucking late for a Gogol Bordello concert, and my body almost didn't make it. Despite these hardships, and the fact that I didn't learn anything I was supposed to be learning this year, I did take note of a few simple rules.

What I've Learned in College:

1. Standing up for what's right is more important than reputations. 
2. People are more important than grades.
3. Grades are more important than video games. Except sometimes. Sometimes, video games are more important than grades. 

I feel like those are valuable life lessons, perhaps even worthy of #214, #215, and #216. 

But college isn't all bad, and it's eventually worthwhile, if not for anything but the fact that you're then classified as now more "qualified" than someone else. I'd say more, but today I've got some eternal sleep to be catching up on, and a six year old to look after.

Yeah, I'm not so sure of his future profession either. But it doesn't matter. Now all that matters is the future of my magnificent summer, and the fact that the reign of Professor Jafar is over.

So now, I'm going to kick back, relax, and maybe étudie un peu le français in preparation for my fantastic trip in a week and a half. Until then, and I never thought I'd say this, I am:

Home sweet home.