Last day of classes today.
God, didn't the year fly.

The firealarms all went off at 7am and we all trooped out to the front lawn, circled up odd/even/odd/even and sang our Wells songs. The seniors were in their robes and drunk and most were groggy and in PJs. We sang to my class "Loyal to the end! We sing to the dear old SOPHMORES! And sing and sing again! 2011!!!!!" Then we all run to the Sycamore and jump around yelling. Then we run back to our places. Then we sing to the sophmores, or juniors as of now. "Loyal to the end! We sing to the dear old JUNIORS! And sing and sing again! 2010!!!!!" and then they do the run and jump thing. Then we do it to the juniors, or new seniors. "Loyal to the end! We sing to the dear old SENIORS! And sing and sing again! 2009!!!!!" They do their thing and then they circle up around the Tree and get to sing the senior Drinking Song for the first time. They go back. "Loyal to the end! We sing to the dear old ALUMNI! And sing and sing again! 2008!!!!!" This year's seniors run in, sing the Drinking Song for the last time and then go back to their places. We sing the alma mater and then doing a funny running circle thing which is rather odd with 500 or so groggy people linking hands on dewey slippery grass. Then the sister class, 2010, brings them all flowers and it's a race to kiss the feet of Minerva, the statue in Main.
After that everyone troops to the dining hall(or back to bed) to be served breakfast by the administration and watch as the seniors have champagne breakfast and sing songs. The atmosphere is chatty and joyful, one our last real meals together before we skirt off for the summer and for finals or away from campus as alums.

Yeah, so I'm a sophomore now. Yay! But I'm a really tired sophomore.
Now it's just getting through finals week. EEEEEK!

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I think I'm glad the alarms went off though. I was in the mid-end of a rather bad dream. I heard the most horrible sad story from a friend in the dream. I'm not that close to him but in the dream his tale made me feel really sad. It wouldn't make sense in reality but there it did. We were in the library and he was telling me these horrible things about his family and then how he had this thing with another guy and he got pregnant, lost the baby and broke up with the guy and it had been weird between him and the guy since which made me understand things. I just felt really bad and yet rather honored that he would trust me with it even though it weighed so heavily.
Then there was a thing where like I had been raped and there was all ts other stuff that I can't remember but I remember having to like hide and then get ready for an attack in the dining hall against orcs and wolves from the guy that had assaulted me before and we were preparing for battle.
It was a sad feeling when I woke, mostly about the friend and I had to remind myself that it wasn't real, mainly because two guys can't have a baby together.

Last night was odd too. I dreamt about some elaborate thing that has slipped by and then we were in the dining hall making drive through jewelry and some guy ordered an engagement ring and I fired in the cereal box until it took too long and I moved it to the toaster oven. Anyway..the thing that stood out was that for some reason near the end I was feeling anti-social or moody and I just remember Paul saying "Don't do that. Don't cut me out." I woke up with the words ringing in my head and they continued to for the rest of the day.
A week or two ago I dreamt that I was running too, running down a raining road by my high school. Running is a common theme in my dreams and that time I woke up wondering what I was running for or who I was running from. My subconscious is deeply unsettled lately even though in person I feel strangely and almost unnaturally calm....and gassy.

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As far as real life goes things have been alright. Pretty achey, getting down to business with getting work done, attempting to back and slowly saying farewell. I will miss everyone a lot this summer.

With that I need to get moving. I have papers to print and my last class to go to, then a paper to write, a paper to finish, a short thing to write and then lots of art homework to do.

Peace y'all. I've made it through my freshman year. How fast time flows.
~Lo