(Don’t) look back in anger II

(Read the first part here.) "It ain't over till it's over." Pushing the gas pedal on your organizational skills and the break on all the rest of your life results in going through the very last weeks at supersonic speeds. It's a shock. It's one of those moments which later on you can only describe as "it happened so fast!" Cliché-ish, I know, but bad to the bone too.

It's as if it was yesterday when we were editing clips three hours before the More Honors in the main lobby of Skapto 2, when seemingly grown-up men were playing Wii, and producing more noise than a gypsy wedding band. (Bravo SG, yet another wise spending choice! Cause apparently playing with your wee-wee needs to reach another, yet still shaky, level of hi-techness.) Since most other lounges do not have wi-fi, we were stuck there. Oh, the joy!

Then a couple of hours later, it was over. Funny thing how you think that some things will never come to an end, be it a twenty-page paper, an all-nighter, or two semesters of intense work for a two-hour show. I guess I will miss that.

For the first time in my life I haven't really figured out my five-year plan. I am not sure whether I want to go to grad school next year, or the year after; I am not sure whether I want to jump right into the pool of financial-crisis-challenged job "opportunities." As soon as I make up my mind about something, I look back and I think "OK, can I rely on this? What is my higher ground?" I don't have one. Instead my choices are tangled up with someone else's in an ifs and buts turmoil. Keep your fingers crossed.

If Skapto is a utopia, a quasi-Lost, is the senior crisis what is supposed to precede a dystopian "reality check?"
I guess this is when I get to understand all the alumni who come back on a weekly basis. Or at least I'm trying to. Because after May 17 my best friends, people I've been more than inseparable from for four years, will disperse on different continents. And it leaves me with the after-taste of a flash mob. So fast...

On the bright side, I will always have a place to crash in Albania, Great Britain, Hungary, the Netherlands, Romania, the United States, etc. But although I want to sing "ain't no mountain high enough," I don't seem to manage to put myself into a Monty Python state of mind.

I spent four eventful years that could easily incorporate all the movie genres in one college experience a la Pablo Francisco "Double the action, triple the excitement!" meets FARteest 2009 "There will be drama...".

I worked for defacto for four years and as much as random people bitch about the student media, I think this was one of the best things that happened to me here. Wonderful people, I love you all. Now, the sky is the limit.

Yours,
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue,
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue. (Sue)