Senior Wrap-Up

I am finished. On Tuesday. My last tests were taken, my papers turned in. My college career is coming to an end. If you don't include student teaching. I don't, at least not now. It seems too different from what I've been doing.

It has been a crazy couple of weeks. We pulled off the senior show with success, at least on our terms of success. We made people laugh, we had fun, we broke a rehearsal bed. That was funny. Nine people probably shouldn't try and sit on a bed together.

I also stayed up late on Friday night and wrote a play. Then I  stayed up most of the day Saturday and directed another play. Drop Dead Theatre. The name is fitting.

GIRL

I stopped writing in my journal. I would date the top of the page, but never write anything. My life appeared to have disappeared into blank pages. Instead, I listened. She talked a lot. She talked about things that she loved, like books and words and places she wants to go. She read me poems. 

Mostly, I have just been hanging out, packing my things, watching movies, spending time with people I love. It has been a good couple of weeks. Hard. Really hard. The end of school is hard work.  

This weekend is more hang out time. I get to watch my class graduate without me (I'm still a bit bitter). I get to see a dear friend who has been in Oman. I get to be present. 

Until next time.