
needless to say, it was off the hook.
looking at a more relaxed coming weekend. needed.
preparations for the exhibition in full effect.

those predisposed to being touchy-feely types, beware. although i have been declared safe to hug, i am contagious. as it turns out, i have the flu and conjunctivitis, two very dreary and uninteresting viruses rendering the carrier inevitably bored. can't go to school, nor could i even leave the med center for lunch. and i'm sleeping here tonight, too. scrubs are mandatory.
there i was, sitting crosslegged on the ground in the isle, one of two spines binding all the graduates this year together. i've been in this class for 6 years, from grade 5 through grade 10. it's hard to see them go, knowing i'll still be here. but i tell them i'll take good care of the school. they tell me they'll miss it, and i tell them they can live vicariously through me if they let me do the same. somehow this compromise is good, and i'm glad i have another year here.
but i'll miss them. there will be an absence felt, a gap in a lot of the goodness.