There and Back Again

Song of the hour: Closing down my house by Will Johnson

My work is done.
I don't know how I did it exactly, but it's done. All the papers. All the reading. All the scrambling. The last week is a bit of a blur, but I have about 40 pages of written essays to show for it, and few more wrinkles about the eyes. It's now Check For Grades Obsessively Time, which is going ok so far with an A posted for 20th century American Lit. Slightly surprising since I got a B on the midterm. I can only assume that my paper on black masculinity in Beloved was pleasing to my prof. and weighted heavily.

Brian reminded me last night of the moment 4 1/2 years ago in cup a joe when I was looking through the want ads, bitching about how I was never going to get a decent job, when I said "Fuck it, I'm going back to college"  and despite my extreme aversion to paperwork I found myself in English 101 exactly 2 weeks later. 
Four and a half years.
Is that a long time? It certainly feels like a long time. An eternity, really.  In that time I've been to two weddings; made 5 friends I'll be keeping and lost 2 others; raised my GPA from 2.25 to 3.7something; Joss has gone from kindergarten to 4th grade; I've read 28 textbooks 40 novels 17 plays and have written more papers than I could possibly count; I have given exactly 4 oral reports and escaped 6 others; have driven over 20,000 miles commuting; cut open 2 fetal pigs and an octopus; became an atheist, a nihilist, and settled for some abstract existentialism; and I have to say, I have learned a whole hell of a lot.

I want to write more, but I really need to go buy that cap and gown and stuff.
I'll write again when it's official. :)

love.