Senior Week, Part 1

I've been done with school for a whole three days. What's so funny is that these three days have gone by so quickly, while three days in the middle of finals felt like FOREVER. I'm just happy that it's over. I've been catching on much-needed sleep; I went to bed on Thursday night by MIDNIGHT (probably the earliest I've gone to bed since last summer when I was working) after OWNING the beach with friends, then even got some sleep during the day on Friday after appointments, going to Panera with my friends Claire, Alli, and Kerrin, and book buy-back.

Now, the end of the school year is generally joyful. But if there's anything that can ruin your day after finals, it's book buy-back. The lines are inexhaustably long, my bag of books always breaks while on said line, and sometimes, bookstore personnel are not always in the greatest moods. Can't say that I blame them--I wouldn't want the job of having to stand all day next to a register and scan used books for five straight days. During buy-back, they just don't get a break. I did, however, think that Friday was going to be my lucky day as far as book buy-back...there was, for the first time in my college career, NO LINE! All of that excitement to get back....wait for it...a whopping $9. EPIC, EPIC FAIL. Not even enough to buy ONE book next semester. My friends laughed at me. It was laughable, seeing as most of them got back between $50 and $100.

Went out Friday night, stayed at my friend Glynnis' place. Ended up going BACK to sleep on Saturday afternoon after we went out to breakfast. Saturday night--went with Glynnis to see a Beatles tribute band called the Fab Faux.

When I was a kid, I pretended not to like the Beatles because my father is such a big fan and he used to drive me insane having to listen to their music CONSTANTLY. I don't exactly remember WHEN I got over that and embraced my love and adoration for the group that changed music--wait, WORLD history. Now, when someone tells me that they don't like the Beatles, I bury my head in my hands. All of that being said, I was ECSTATIC when Glynnis asked me if I wanted to go to this concert. I even wore my old Sgt. Pepper's shirt which is a little snug on me now but it didn't look bad at all. I knew almost all of the songs, and I wanted to get up and dance with this woman who actually spent the entiety of the concert dancing. The only thing missing was my Dad. I always have this inner calm come over me whenever I'm listening to the Beatles, and I know it has to do with my Dad. I wanted to sing along with him, dance in the aisles, and just have a cliche daddy/daughter moment through the love of the Beatles. I cried when the band closed with "All You Need is Love." I just couldn't help myself...and I cheered extra loudly when the band thanked John, Paul, George, and Ringo. They deserve it...beyond deserve it.

Today was more sleeping, laundry, hoping to make phone calls to friends I haven't spoken with in a while (except that they didn't answer their phones...sad face..). I felt sad to not be home for Mother's Day, but I've been talking to my mom almost all day on and off...in fact I'm talking to her right now via Facebook chat. I also wrote her a letter, telling her how much I love her and appreciate her. She's been helping me through a lot lately (then again, it ALWAYS seems like she's helping me through a lot) and I don't do nearly enough to show her how much I appreciate it. She's still going to be my MOM, next week, when I see her. I need to show her that EVERY day, not just on some Hallmark holiday. And this buys me time to get her a present. :-)

I really do love this week. At some points I wish I was home already, but I am so so SO glad not to have to move out in the middle of studying for finals. I get to see friends, just play on the computer, do some writing...in June, my old high school principal, Mr. Hoyler, is retiring. There's going to be a celebration at school with a memory book from former students. One of my jobs today was going to be writing something for the memory book, but I kept getting distracted by Facebook and Formspring and the delicious espresso beans that are sitting next to me. I may get around to it later...I have to go get ready for my last Mass in the old chapel at Salve! Knowing me, I won't go to bed until I get it done...but I don't have to get up early tomorrow! There is just so much to say and write about Mr. Hoyler; he was that kind of an educator, one who just really cared about his students. During my sophomore year he had pancreatic cancer and was out of school for a good three months. It took ten people to do his job. The best part was that he came back from the cancer and was still my principal when I graduated. He's one of the first people I stop in to see whenever I go back to Portledge to visit. He's just that kind of a person.

I feel so lazy with all of the sleeping I've been doing and will continue to do, but I need it. I am finally starting to feel like a PERSON again after the most insane semester of my life. Tomorrow I'm going to make myself start packing, Tuesday I'm hopefully going to the really awesome Emerald Square Mall in MA with Alli and Kerrin, Wednesday night I'm seeing Jersey Boys in Providence with my friend Meg and her mom...I'm psyched for the rest of this week!