A fitting end

I love that this Frazz comic was published on my last day of institute. If it's not an appropriate summary, I don't know what is.

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That said, I think it's bedtime.

benefits of the phone

As annoying as it is to wait and wait and wait for a call, there are times when telephones are worth it. Like when a student actually does come for their last class of the day (despite missing mine) after I call during lunch. And when I finally (FINALLY) get to talk to people I've been trying to get to answer my questions for a week.

I like long walks....

In order to maintain sanity, take a break from work during the neverending cycle, remind myself that there is life outside of a couple of buildings and a bus, I've been taking daily walks around campus. Get back here in the afternoon, change out of the professional dress into the jeans and t-shirt (note for a later post, my wardrobe balance), and go OUTSIDE!

It helps a lot. Still, I've pretty much figured out campus, at least the parts I'm comfortable exploring. I miss trails in a forest. Or on the beach. Or at the zoo's gardens. Or anywhere that's not dominated by buildings. Because they become familiar quickly and don't change with the seasons. A week and a half and then my scenery changes. Hopefully I'll get more walks in the coming year. Though maybe not quite as enthusiastic as Randall.

An attempt to remember the positive...

...because otherwise the crazy stress takes over.

The happy long conversations with bunch of friends I hadn't talked to in a while this week.

The power of being in a church so full that when you sing hymns you can barely hear yourself, even when you know you're singing way out loud.

The relief of no lines at the copy center.

The giddyness at being a rebel and borrowing books without others knowledge. (I was desperate. And I promise I'll return it and put it back on the right shelf. And it's not like there's a system in place that will let me check anything out.)

And the further relaxation with new reading material.

The bliss of a long, hot bath. With a trashy magazine to read. And room service cheesecake when I'm done. And cable TV. (And yes, this is drawing on yesterday. But I'm close enough to stressball right now that I'm clinging on to it.)

The hope that there's less that 2 weeks to go here. (Ignoring the fear of the 100 weeks to come.)