Thanksgiving is one week more, but that doesn’t keep me from flitting about in joy and anticipation. My house is restless with break starting tomorrow evening, and there has been an increase in students either not giving a shit about homework and reading or simply not giving a shit about even turning up for class. My psychology class this morning was missing a full third of its population–something rare with my strict teacher.
So, for the moment, I’m sitting in my room, checking Facebook, fiddling with the heater, and listening to a Pandora.com channel modelled after Lord of the Rings and Adiemus. As my legs jitter below my desk, my eyes keep being pulled to the window. Interesting people. Many interesting people. Men in tight, wool coats riding bicycles to class. Someone smoking. Another walking in his hooded sweatshirt. I enjoy people watching, and it’s even more enjoyable during these moments of anticipation.
Tomorrow I will leave. Leave.
To be honest, I’m unsure about that. It will be nice to see my family, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle nine days with them; hell, I was suffering after two days earlier in the semester. I fit at Truman. Not Kirksville; the town is too tiny and uncultured. But I certainly fit on campus. I love my house, our discussions, movie nights, trips to Train Bridge. I think what gets me so much is that we act like a family rather than just some kids forced to live together. We’re always together, helping each other out, recommending new music and films, allowing each other to de-stress. We act differently from other houses on campus, and we’re closer.
I’ll miss them over the break, and we’ll miss each other. We may actually visit each other over break, too. My friend Aaron lives in St. Louis, and we may meet up at some point. Speaking of which, he recently did some modelling work for Mother Models. I’ll copy in the link to his photos with Valeska. Take a peek.
That’s about it, though. I’ll be going back to my jittering now.