Friends,
Finally my bags have been packed. It was terrible...I had to tear down everything, stuff things in suitcases, books, ship things...
I hate moving out, especially when I have to take home my winter clothes (only because I have to wear them in Paris too, of course).
Luckily I have a friend in the city to hold some things for me, but still---it's not enough! Loads and piles of things that excrete dust into the air, making me very allergetic (if that's even a word). Sneezing back and forth, nose blowing, eye puffing...
Luckily it's gone when I'm outside...
Here's an example of the mess I caused:
But at least I'm done! Hear me? Done with all my papers! I'm very, very lucky that I only had to deal with final papers (granted 3/4 being due on the same day). The final schedule in NYU is really crazy. It's as if a bunch of monkeys (sorry) got together and threw darts on a chart listing of dates/times.
Why, if I may ask, are there finals at 8 in the morning? That's incredibly unjust for people who have to take 8 AM finals when those classes are held at 11 PM. A lot of times 11PM is the first class of the day for many people.
Anyway, I just think it's unfair. I know, "fairness" is such a kid-like ideology. Nothing in life is "fair," but good God, if you expect people to do well on finals, don't make it so early in the morning! 9 is fair.
Today was also my last day with the kids at PS124 (or is it 128?--sorry, I just know it by the location and name). I know I haven't spoken much about them, but it's only because, I mean, they're 2nd graders and wonderfully cute! Seriously, though, I have this disability here. I can't post pictures up, and so I didn't want to develop such a great story about them and not have anything to show for it.
Imagine a class of 20 second graders who jump on you and tickle you half to death, play catch with you, hug you when you arrive, ask you for help on their homework, ask you to read with them...
It was the most rewarding experience I've ever had. Their faces when I had to tell them I wasn't coming back until next year was just heartbreaking.
"Where are you going?"
"France."
"Where's that?"
"Far away."
"Will you be here next week?"
"I can't---"
"Then Monday?"
"No, I can't. I'm going home tomorrow to California."
"You live in California!?? How do you get here so fast?"
I love it!
Tomorrow is my flight, yes, yes. Two huge bags of luggage and a third one, and a few boxes being shipped home. Not too shabby, I must admit. :)
Now, something very special I want to share:
The POETRY VENT of my room. Everytime someone comes over very often, or spends the night, they are required to make a poem out of my magnetic poetry set and plaster it on our air vent. It's actually magnetic!
Off I go...home...Luckily I think I'm just missing the beginning of the crazy airport holiday traffic.
No more supershuttle, though. Definitely car service.
Oh, and as for my Visa, I got it on Tuesday, and squeezed in a trip to the Met as well! It was really great, and the Visa worker guy who helped me was incredibly sweet, and even wished me a happy birthday!
(Aawww...)
(oh, and also our birthday in months at the time of the writing)