Next week is finals, which means this week holds the last few class sessions of my undergraduate life. It's sort of bittersweet. I'll be glad to be done with classes, but I'll be sad to probably never see most of my classmates again. If I do, it'll probably be a classmate I didn't like, and we'll just meet up by chance at the DMV or the grocery store line and have to go through the pleasantries of asking how life has been while pretending to care and smiling at each others' children.
Aside from that possibility, I have made some great friends at college, and some of them are even going to Korea. Let's just hope they are as fun as I am (on the outside as well as inside, right next to the spot that holds their "true beauty").
A melancholy moment occurred the other day as I was getting ready to leave school - I was darkening the doorway of the beloved Writing Center seeing who was in there, and it came to pass that all of the writing tutors who were there were all younger that I. When did that happen? I suddenly felt like the senior I am and realised that my time at school is almost up. Then I was sorta let down because my friends who usually dwell in the WC weren't there.
Every time I think about how I "hang out" in the WC I feel like a dork. At least the people there accept me and treat me nicely. But I still feel like a dork.
Thankfully, my dorkiness hasn't grown too much from my time there: I still don't always know when to use "who" or "whom" and I never plan to (unless I have to to in order to keep my English-teaching job in Korea...).
My ears do perk, though, every time someone starts talking about Harry Potter.
I'm such a dork.