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what a day
Jun. 7th, 2006 04:02 pmI just finished my last ever undergraduate final at the University of Washington. Yay!!! It was an essay test. My essay consisted, in fairly large part, of an extended metaphor comparing "life chances" to gambling. It was a tad surreal, especially since I don't gamble.
What was more surreal was walking out of the test and getting annoyed for the umpteen-billionth time today that while my left shoe is nicely clicky (very low heel - I love the sound of clicking heels), my right shoe doesn't click. Guess why? 'Cause it's a totally different fecking shoe. It took me until 4pm to realize that I was wearing mismatched black leather shoes.
I'm going to go print out the application-to-rent from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maymargaret (that's right, house-folks, she sent it!), check in at the anthro department office and maybe at my old work office, and then go home. Because wow.
(It's only been a week since I 'left,' but I already feel weird being on campus again - like the job at That Company has been a dream. I used to get like this whenever I'd go home to visit my parents after I moved to Seattle, or when I'd come home after a period of traveling, but it's still... kind of surreal. This campus has been the center of my life for so long, it feels weird being back after being away for even a short while.)
What was more surreal was walking out of the test and getting annoyed for the umpteen-billionth time today that while my left shoe is nicely clicky (very low heel - I love the sound of clicking heels), my right shoe doesn't click. Guess why? 'Cause it's a totally different fecking shoe. It took me until 4pm to realize that I was wearing mismatched black leather shoes.
I'm going to go print out the application-to-rent from
maymargaret (that's right, house-folks, she sent it!), check in at the anthro department office and maybe at my old work office, and then go home. Because wow. (It's only been a week since I 'left,' but I already feel weird being on campus again - like the job at That Company has been a dream. I used to get like this whenever I'd go home to visit my parents after I moved to Seattle, or when I'd come home after a period of traveling, but it's still... kind of surreal. This campus has been the center of my life for so long, it feels weird being back after being away for even a short while.)
