final countdown
Just like the Bluth’s, I live in a model home. The hall that I live on and am RA for is the same floor on which is located the campus tour model room. Every campus tour comes through this hall, easily giving me weekly traffic numbers in the thousands. At the moment, campus tours are at their peak and each moment spent outdoors is an opportunity to reroute your trip about campus for fear of coming across a herd of tourists, a true herd.
For what their worth, I appreciate all the quirky aspects of my life at the moment, all of the features and quasi-routines that appear absurd but have genuine purpose.
Like my recent habit of being last to leave the gym, making my exit while people come back from downtown in an inebriated stupor.
Like my ever-concerned friend at Au Bon Pain, the manager, who comments that I could work myself to death, despite the fact that she sees me at the high point of the day - the moment when I buy a bagel and coffee and sit for 30 minutes not thinking of anything but my breakfast and whatever novel I am reading at the moment.
Like the time when an industrial design professor spoke to me Friday afternoon by beginning the conversation with a stare in my direction, walking up to me at my studio desk, and saying, “Not to be rude or anything, but you’re here more than anyone else: who are you?”
This semester is great and would have been my last had I not redirected my future with a yielding to graduate school. Frankly, I want the semester to end because the summer & house combination is as attractive as ever. I’m not sure what’s the big deal about spring; for me, the summer is where all good things begin.