It's Over (cont'd again) 5/5/2002
My chem final was a bastard. It was better than our usual exams which were completely impossible; this one was just somewhat impossible. He's posting the grades on Tuesday. Angela, my one pre-med friend, is going to go and check it out for me. I bombed my art history final. I studied at least one hundred slides, with the exception of about a dozen, because I just couldn't handle the amount of information she was giving us. Art histroy is a really hard class, which I didn't know. I took it as a honors class to top it off. You have to memorize one hundred slides per test, and then she only tests you on about 10-15. Plus you have to compare and contrast random slides that she gives you. That last test cost me my A in that class. I should walk away with a B+ or so. It was about modern art which killed me, since all of those paint splotches look alike.
I spent the rest of the day packing and running my boxes downstairs with Dionne. Of course it was raining really hard that morning, so I got soaked. I didn't have time to put my stuff through the washer and dryer so I was pretty miserable. Justin found out last minute that his exam was at 2:45 that day, not the next day like he had thought. (He's a smart boy, but is definitely lacking in the common sense department). How do you not know when your final exam is?? I mean, don't you check?? But anyway, he was going to be taking the exam at the time I was going to leave, so I got a brief hug from him. It was definitely a cheap hug and I was a little miffed. He had said before that he wasn't going to miss me. Good-byes didn't really affect him, since he moved around so much as a kid. That definitely stung.
Anyway, after Dionne and I had finished moving my boxes, we (well, I came up with the plan) decided to play a trick on Erin. Dionne, who can't tell a lie to save her life, was going to tell Erin, the least gullible person I know, that I had left without saying good-bye.
The joke last night was that I was going to sneak away like a thief during the night, and just leave them all a good-bye letter. Erin threatened to "beat me like a red-headed step child." What that's supposed to mean, I'm not quite sure, but we kept going back and forth.
So anyway, Dionne went in and told Erin. I stayed out in the hall to hear Erin say, "No she did no Dionne.." I figured Erin would march out of her room and see me and be OK. I went into the bathroom, trying not to laugh. Dionne came into the bathroom and said, "You btter go into Erin's room. I think she believed it and is really upset." I went down the hall and peeked into Erin's room. She was at her computer, typing. I knocked, and she answered "One minute." She definitely sounded odd, and I started to get nervous. When she turned around, I wanted to shot myself. Her face was red and her eyes were all puffy. She yelled and then ran to grab me into a hug. If I were her, I would have beaten the living hell out of me.
It turned out Erin thought I just didn't want to say good-bye to her, so I had Dionne do it for me. I felt like such a complete ass. I kept apologizing. She should've smacked me or something, because I defintely deserved it. But she didn't. She started laughing about it a few minutes later. She drove me to the airport, which is another drama in itself. I'll write about that later. Good night...or I should say good morning since its 2:24 am...
OOh, and Justin just IMed me telling me to wake up. I just got finished writing him, Dionne, and Erin a really emotional letter. I told them that they meant a lot to me, despite the shit we all went through this year. At the end, I told them I was transferring and why. I didn't have the heart to do it in person. I wanted my last few days in SU with them to be happy. Plus everyone, including myself, had so much pressure on them, I didn't want to add any more.
I'm not sure if Justin has read the letter yet. I'm worried that if I respond, it'll turn out that he's mad at me for transferring, or for not telling him sooner, or both. I don't want to fight...Anyway...good night again.
Phobia of the Day: Linonophobia- Fear of string
(I can't believe some of the phobias people have...)
Until later
Artist
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