Today I feel like I've been crawling around in the dark for the last few months, just kind of surviving with what I could find and accomplish in pitch blackness, and suddenly when I came outside this morning I was blinded by the sunlight and warmth on my skin.
Thank goodness Mother Nature has woken up again.
-Laur
Friday, April 18, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Landmark day
Today is the last day of my second last year of university. It's raining, there aren't many people on campus, and this lecture is dragging on and on but I'm content. I'm sick and coughing and sneezing but content.
I'm waiting right now for the last enrolment date I will ever have in my undergrad career. The wait is agonizing yet bittersweet; once I enrol in next year's courses, I will be finished, in a way. There will be nothing left to do but attend those classes, write those papers, complete those exams and walk across the stage at convocation 2009. I am quickly coming to realize that a year is a short amount of time.
Murlene and I were talking on Tuesday, celebrating our last lunch of the year at Blueberry Hill. We came to the conclusion that we have known each other for 8 years. 8 years is a long amount of time. We met in grade 9 and have known each other and remained friends through the years following. I can't boast of many other friends that I have maintained a relationship with for so many years. The ones I have, though, are very dear to me, and even if we aren't as close as we used to be, I still value their friendship immensely.
Last night I got in the Concorde, started the ignition and drove, by myself, to Bryna's house. From there I drove Bryna and I to the bank, and then to Promenade where I performed a fantastically perfect parking job (like my alliteration?) and bought some hot pink luggage at Bentley for my upcoming journey to Alberta. Then, after a leisurely celebratory dessert at Pickle Barrel, I took Bryna home again and pulled into my driveway by myself, triumphant and exhausted.
This is growing up.
-Laur
I'm waiting right now for the last enrolment date I will ever have in my undergrad career. The wait is agonizing yet bittersweet; once I enrol in next year's courses, I will be finished, in a way. There will be nothing left to do but attend those classes, write those papers, complete those exams and walk across the stage at convocation 2009. I am quickly coming to realize that a year is a short amount of time.
Murlene and I were talking on Tuesday, celebrating our last lunch of the year at Blueberry Hill. We came to the conclusion that we have known each other for 8 years. 8 years is a long amount of time. We met in grade 9 and have known each other and remained friends through the years following. I can't boast of many other friends that I have maintained a relationship with for so many years. The ones I have, though, are very dear to me, and even if we aren't as close as we used to be, I still value their friendship immensely.
Last night I got in the Concorde, started the ignition and drove, by myself, to Bryna's house. From there I drove Bryna and I to the bank, and then to Promenade where I performed a fantastically perfect parking job (like my alliteration?) and bought some hot pink luggage at Bentley for my upcoming journey to Alberta. Then, after a leisurely celebratory dessert at Pickle Barrel, I took Bryna home again and pulled into my driveway by myself, triumphant and exhausted.
This is growing up.
-Laur
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