My last all nighter of studying looms ahead of me as I write from the library basement. What was supposed to be a brief visit to the final BBQ of the semester turned into 4 hours of fun; complete with free style raps, unfortunate country dancing, a beauty montage, and my first good bye (with Mike Campos-below, on left). It was suprisingly difficult, though I didn't really show it; maybe it's good practice for tomorrow when it will be about 40 goodbyes all in a couple hours.
The truth is every time I consider the notion of telling these people (read: once stangers who I now love with everything I have) goodbye, my stomach feels like it's on that first big drop on the coaster. Which is appropriate really, since these last 18 months have been quite the ride. I am in complete and utter denial and will not face the fact of leaving until I'm a few hundred miles away. If I faced it now I would not be able to let go of my friends tomorrow when I give the last hug.
This is not the goodbye post. I won't write that one. Not now, not in a week, not ever.
Thanks to this man for throwing yet another great BBQ.
5 comments:
Can you please just not leave? Seriously. What am I supposed to do?? Who am I gonna scream "MICHAEL!" to when something ridiculous happens and who's gonna yell "NIKKI!" back? Who's gonna teach me ballet moves? And who is gonna complain with me on the the campus orbit... And who am I supposed to walk far ahead of Megan, Jessica and Dawn on the way to Harris with? WHO IS GOING TO SING POPULAR WITH ME??
PLEAAAAASE DONT GO. Its not to late to change your mind. I'm sure the army can find someone else. You could just tell everyone its all a big joke tomorrow at your party. K?
She's right ya know; we're all gonna loose a part of our lives. One last plea: stay!
kiss Marissa before you go!
i don't think ya'll are makin it any easier
are there social work school in Germany???.........
There are not words to convey how i feel ....
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