A sigh of relief.

Ahhhh. My classes are over. The last paper has been turned in. My grueling annual self-evaluation for work is complete. All that remains is to check a few hundred residents out of the buildings, and summer will have officially begun! It's about time. Of course, even though the pace might be slower over the next few months, my world will still be pretty busy. Two courses left (plus program approval and that pesky capstone paper) before graduation. I'm working part-time this summer, and Mama Peacegrrl is planning a visit (a source of both joy and stress). But the weather will be warm, there won't be any students around, and there might actually be time to do the stuff I enjoy and never seem to get around to lately. Perhaps there will even be a new boy to occupy me. Ha! I AM being optimistic!

I'm jazzed today because I get to leave the office at five, I'm spending time with some good friends tonight, and I've got two new knitting books. AND I get to sleep in tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, it will be the 5-year anniversary of my college graduation. 5 years!!! Holy crap. It feels like only yesterday I was clutching my hard-earned English degree and wondering what the hell I was going to do with it. I've learned so much about who I am in the past half-decade, and I can only imagine what I'm going to learn over the next. I'm hoping it's mostly good stuff.
-pg

The latest stuff

Alrighty, a few things to ramble about. First off, work has actually been pretty good. My staff and I went to a baseball game last night, which was super fun (even though we lost. Badly.) It was Dollar Dog night...mmm, nothing like cheap hot dogs, cheap seats, and staff bonding. It was an excellent time. I also survived a weekend on duty without any major campus-wide meltdowns. I'm happy to say that in just over a week, this place is going to clear out. AND my classes are going to be over. I'm glad--learning is fun, I'm a nerd, but even nerds need breaks.

Other news... I finally had The Talk with ambiguous relationship guy. Things went about how I had a feeling they'd go, but without as much crushing disappointment as I expected. I'm ok about it. Really. Well, mostly, anyway. Of course, my temptation is to rush right out and find someone new to obsess over, but I know that this would be foolish. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: if there's no fantastic guy in my life, it's becaue there's not supposed to be one right now. Or maybe I've already met Mr. Right and don't even know it. Or I'll stumble across him when I stop thinking about it for longer than five minutes. At least I SERIOUSLY hope so. Platonic friendships with heterosexual males are all well and good, but eventually they just don't cut it. I'm lonely, and I'm looking. But I will try to relish the two or three great things about being single, without feeling sorry for myself. (Somebody might have to remind me that I just said that when, a few posts from now, I start whining about I need a man, I hate being alone, blah blah. I realize that this optimism is temporary.)

Holy crap...one more week, and another semester will be over. Where the heck will I be a year from now? Still single? Moving again? Getting ready for a PhD program? I honestly have no idea. I wonder if all 27-year-olds feel as directionless as I do.