So finals week was kind of crazy but not in an overwhelming way. I had two actual tests and three papers to hand in.

The American History II was awesome and I had to restrain myself from doing all the options offered. Of the twelve IDs the professor listed I knew almost all of them and was only supposed to write about three. I did four because I was having overwhelming happy-fact-vomit compulsion. Then came the essays we had to write, which was two or three or something. That was fun for me and once again I had to restrain myself from overloading information. We had three hours to take the test and for the first time ever in my college career I was there pretty much until the end....because I felt soooo good about it and couldn't stop writing.

Then I went downstairs and discovered I had received my first ever solid A from that professor. It was on my interpretive essay about Martin Luther King Jr., comparing him the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee and arguing that yes his vision was very radical- if not more so - next to the Black Power movement. My grammar was meh and my formatting was weird but I had a good argument. That professor has such interesting essay topics for us that I really cannot help but constantly think about how I want to build my essay in my spare time. I also ask him questions to make sure I'm headed in a good direction. He is the first professor I have really felt comfortable doing this with and it has helped me.

I think that because he is such a good and inspiring teacher he inspires me to do well and to care. Good teachers really do have a lot to do with how I care for a topic and a class and then my success. I have enjoyed this professor's classes immensely and therefore I am willing to work harder to earn my good grade. He inspires me and sparks my interest and that is what good teaching does.
Soooo glad he is the thesis adviser.

But getting back on track...
Most of the week I was just typing madly and ended up having my arthritis in my hands flare up just from the constant writing I was doing.
I was also progressively packing, a process that started nearly three weeks prior as otherwise I knew I'd be in a mad rush.

I also found out early that week that Matt parent's had suggested instead of staying for senior week we go to Vermont to visit Matt's grandmother instead. Initially I was really conflicted. I felt as though I was abandoning all of my other senior friends whom I have been close with a lot longer than Matt. My brain was dreading spending a whole week with people I didn't really know.
It turns out that I made the right decision to go to Vermont. As much as I was leaving my friends behind they all live relatively close to me when not at school (Matt is 10hrs away) and I can see them again easily enough provided we stay in touch.

So it came to be that part of my packing task was also packing for the coming week. Ugh. Weeding through my crap to pack "twice" was not so much fun. But the good thing was every year I have further reduced and I am at the point where I know what I am bringing next year and what I am leaving behind. A lot of things went to the "Share Box" and were mercilessly cut back which makes the packing process easier. (Basically people put stuff in it they don't want and everyone else is free to pick through and take it. It's kind of like thrift store shopping for free and Sharebox Shopping is a regular fun-with-friends activity.)
Once everything was sent off home on Friday (with Matt's help packing the car) I proceeded to "move in" to Matt's room for the next few days. His parents wouldn't be coming to pick us up until Monday.

By the time the weekend was over I was rather thankful to know we would be sleeping in separate beds again. A twin for two people=NOT COMFORTABLE and either of us barely slept because it was all "oh, there's another body there, awkward." It was cool hanging out with Matt's roommate Jamie and his girlfriend Nicole (we watched some ridiculous movie called Hogwatch together and only got halfway through it before all four of started falling). For the most part the days were a tad bit boring as there were no activities going on on campus and IT WAS REALLY HOT!!!
We sat on the balcony of his dorm building a little while, drinking coke, eating chips and enjoying the weather.

Actually, before I forget, there was this time that weekend when Matt and I were alone in his room and we were laying down cuddling, both about to fall asleep together.
The door suddenly opens and "WHOA! I'm sorry! Sorry guys!" It's Evie, who is best friends with Jamie, the roommate. She obviously thought she had "walked in on us" and made it a point to apologize profusely. "I'm just coming to get a controller for X-Box and then I'll be gone!" Matt and I were like "It's okay, really. We were just sleeping and that's all." "I'm so sorry! Bye!" She leaves. We are laying there, really exhausted from not sleeping but knowing Evie and Jamie will be gone for a few good solid hours playing Halo and that we will be spending the next five days with conservative parents. Matt and I look at each other and both know we're thinking with heavy conflict 'Sleep or sex? Sleep or sex? Sleep or sex?' "...Sex."
Probably TMI but I found it funny.

So that is finals week/the beginning of senior(Vermont) week. Vermont should be up by tomorrow.

Peace.
~Lo