My last day..a.k.a How I learned to suck up and deal.
So I started writing this a couple of days ago on a piece of paper in this blue spiral notebook of mine originally intended for drawing, it has now become known as, “The Notebook.”
My last day at Paul Smith’s was a sad one, as I kissed my boyfriend goodbye, not leaving. Hesitating to turn in my keys, which sent me from one end of Res. Life to the next, then eventually back to my dorm, where the RA from “Deer Camp” (Clinton Hall, the Forestry Residence Hall called “Deer Camp” because the foresters on campus are usually the hunters who killed little Bambi) 
So anyway, I go to turn into my keys, and I was sent back to my dorm, in the meantime, I got a sand which, went back over to the Pool Room (a.k.a. “The Game Room”, or further known as the “Recreation Room”), kissed my boyfriend again, told him how much I’m going to miss him, gave him half a sand which, and went back to Res Life. While down there, I did some last minute stuff for the radio station, and checked my mail, and got a glass of water from the Dining Hall, during all of this my Dad is waiting around in my room, thinking that I was only just d=gonna turn in my keys. I went back up to the Pool Room, hung out some more, put my head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “I’m really gonna miss you….!” [AUTHORS NOTE: LEFT OUT NAME FOR SAFETY PURPOSES] He hugged me back, and rubbed my back, and told me that he was gonna miss me too, then I looked up into my big perfect eyes, and realized that he was no longer looking at me, and that someone was standing in the doorway watching us, I turned and looked to see an RA, and the Head of Res. Life with my Dad. (No, just kidding I noticed but he quickly came back to looking at me.) *sigh* His perfect lips, his big huge smile, the way he hugged me, “just one last time” came from my red not touched by make-up lips, and “C’mon get out here, the longer you wait the harder it is”, “Go! C’monyou gotta leave.” I heard from him in a sort of sad tone that newly fell upon my ears. He whisped he hand gently along the edge of my face, and I melted into his hand, with a soft smile of my face, and my eyes gently closed I rested my head on his shoulder again.
On the drive back, my Dad occasionally would let me hear a few songs that I liked, just before syaing, “This is crap! I don’t get how you kids listen to this shit!”, not long before turning back on some talk show, and then something in Polish, then 10-10 WINS to hear the Traffic past Albany, he turned it up so loud that I couldn’t drowned it out with the little life left in my iPod. Finnaly I gave up an went to sleep, although it was very hard to. I asked him sevral times to turn it down just a little, becuase betweeen him refusing to close the window, and yelling at me while I was in my room, trying to finish packing after just having two extremely long time consuming stressful finals (Biolong 2, adn Art of Film with a crazy Professor that clearly didn’t know how to teach, and gave a 200 questions long final, with 15 short answer and 2 essays.) During his Final, I’m all like thinking, “string me up now, make a movie out of it, maybe he’ll learn how to teach a class, or by then he’ll be retired.” We get down to the city finally and my Dad starts blaming me for farting, meanwhile I’m half alseep in a dream world thinking about something one of my friends said about Vampires. I tell my Dad this, in an exaperated tired voice, he retorts sarcastically, “yeah well maybe one of your “vampires” did it. It was you, just admit it.” I don’t even smell anything and he’s still complaining.
Back at school however, he got a Ham Sandwhich in the Dining Hall, and kept asking me very loudly I might add, “Why aren’t you eating anything, you’re gonna wither away, you look like an old Wash woman. Lucky Charms isn’t enough for a meal, here make a Ham Sandwhich.” I just roll my eyes, and continue eating. I kept thinking about my bf.
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