Tank

8:19pm

I found God in a 'thank you' at 8:19 pm today. I said "good-bye" to my home of six years, and no longer have any ownership of it. I have relinquished my hold of this campus to the upcoming generations. Let this be theirs.

At 8:19 today, I had my movie ending. I walked with the sun at my back, pround and straight as can be through a corador with a triangular golden ray of a sinking sun beam, laying on the ground for for me as guide; to salvation. I will miss this place, but I am no longer part of it. It's beautiful.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

The Rainbow

MY heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,	5
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

Last of first year...

The time is now here, and I am left to reconsile with the differences between my heart and my head. So much of me wishes for time to not move on. As it has been I have always denied the facts and have simply moved through space as though perpetually it were the same day.

The last of my first year friends has left after 6 years of being here. We have had many times together that involved intoxication and just hanging out. He was on the second floor in rez with me; just two doors down. My first (and only) run in with police happened with him. Times were [in his words] "Rad."

I would have stayed in much more had it not been for him. I stay in alot as it is. He just lived each day as though it was the last... though I have seen faces of concern on his face more than a few times.

We've partied in the "Wig-Wom" more than I can count. Our 'fort' in the woods of campus. He and another good friend of mine built the original one years ago, and we have since reconstructed it nearly every year since (due to security destroying it every year...). I have a feeling that this one will stand for a while though. They couldn't get the walls last time, and that's what we built on. We've also added a center pillar for support. Good times.

Lastnight we went to watch a friend sing her honor degree project. Opera. My first real experience. I've never heard a voice go so many scales in person before. Truly amazing. I wish I had gone out more.

Now the wind blows in my direction, soon to carry me home. I will pass through my doors one last time in the coming days. I will go to the Wig-Wom for one last fire. I will wish my old professors good luck, and hope to see them in the future. I will feel as though time has rushed on like a dream, wondering where the time went and how I came to be here at this moment...

Getting older...

I realized over these last few days that I am becoming older. I see people in university and I think that they are so young. I remember when I had that kind of energy. There are many fewer faces that I recognize now on campus. It is time to go, yet I don't want to at the same time. I have 6 years in this place, and many memories that are no longer.

Have you ever thought about the face that each moment that you live, you are potentally creating a memory? Thinking to yourself, "I will want to remember every aspect of this moment for the rest of my life." Rarely you do; but somehow can remember bits and pieces of it if you try. It will never be exact. Ain't it a bitch?

I leave this place in 2 and a half weeks. I'll have have my last moments here in the classroom, teaching grade 4's. After that, I'm hopping in my car (with it already packed), and driving 16 hours home. It is a hasty retreat, but it is the only way I can do it: fast and painless.