Today is somewhat of a glorious day since I am now officially done with my Fall 2010 semester of Southeastern Louisiana University. I expect all A's this semester which would be a huge boost of confidence, I might add.
But this one's quite different for another reason. This was the last semester I had classes on campus. I only have Spring 2010 left and that is three (or two, depending on whether I pass the English CLEP exam) online courses and a public speaking lecture in a community center fifteen miles from my home. I'm not graduating yet, but I should next semester.
Now what does this mean? Oh God, it means a LOT of things. The last four and a half (nine) semesters...
driving an hour to campus and another hour back...
spending tons of gas money...
trying to find a parking spot on a consistent basis...
living in that cramped dorm room (albeit with private bedrooms so I can sleep alone) pumping who-knows-what particles through the air conditioner and the water faucet...
eating the same old food in the cafeteria...
living with weird roommates who would never make a noise and would listen to every word that I said (like a ghost)...
busting my ass for A's when nothing seemed to come out of it for the longest time...
killing time alone because everyone else is either a WoW addict or just plain crazy...
taking awful classes like Classical Ideas and Physics Lab, Oh MAN...
making myself look like a fool in front of others because of my pathetic social skills...
pulling overnighters at the computer lab just to correct one or two lines of Java code or to get a little robot or circuit board to move...
being nickeled and dimed by little permits and letters I had to fill out and run around campus for...
did I mention trying to find a parking spot...?
Hey, I'm sorry I had to bring this up. But let me put it this way. It's like being a American WWII soldier for the entirety of the course. Europe, the Pacific, whatever. You travel so far from home, you get shot at, you live in less-than-stellar conditions, but it's over. Yes, I know that being in the military is far tougher than being in college, but you have NO IDEA how much of a physical toll it took on me in the last few semesters because the BS started to pile up.
And now, I can say with some confidence that I don't have to go back there next semester. I just want to move on. I want to relax a little. I want to go to video game school and make that Daytona game, I've just had it. I feel a great sigh of relief, but it hasn't kicked in yet.
To be fair, I did meet some really good people at school. But they were casuals friendships that only lasted for the duration of one or two classes then I never saw them again. Oh, when you're like me, you tend to be grateful for anyone who's willing to be in your presence for over fifteen seconds, but those people are most likely gone for good.
So what did I do when I made it home? Dumped off the stuff from my dorm room and fell asleep. Now I'm here and I'm gonna go hang out and do stuff. Yeah, I'll get back to you in like two seconds. Let me decompress. Lots of stuff to talk about.
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