Working on a college campus, it’s easy to get caught up in the momentum of the collective student psyche. Yesterday when I was going to my car, I passed a girl who was walking up the hill at a rapid pace, openly weeping. Like, not wiping her eyes or hiding behind shades or acting like she was having an allergy attack. Just bawling. (I checked, she was okay). Then I drove up the same hill and had to brake for a group of 3 people running – sprinting around the parking lot, whooping. Literally whooping. Today is the last day of finals.
Tomorrow the parking lots will be empty except for some castaway lamps and beer bongs that didn’t make it into the fleet of minis with cryptic greek messages streaked across their retreating windows.
I’ll watch them drive off through my office window, and I’ll get that quick flash of adrenaline because YES, it’s a beautiful day and we’re young and we’re beautiful and we’re free! I’ll think up a way to take the rest of the day or week off, and I’ll call upon my peeps to meet me at the beach/pool/bar and kick off another spectacular san diego summer!
But when I grab my car keys from my mess of a desk, I’ll catch sight of my list, scratched onto the last blank page of the steno pad full of lists. And I’ll see words like fiscal year end and MCO and construction schedule and enrollment and summer program and request for time off and ………oh yeah. I already had my turn.
So I’ll stay here, in my office, and I’ll enjoy the beautiful summer after 5 and on weekends. And I’ll always find a parking space and I’ll never have to wait behind someone counting nickels for a coffee and there will be far less eye candy to behold on campus.
But I’ve got their beer bongs.