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grammargirlEvery year around the time that the students return to Ann Arbor, a hardware store near campus puts up a sign reading, "Hello students! Goodbye parking!" Really, I think that perfectly sums up my feelings re: living in a college town while no longer a student. People have been asking me for weeks about what it feels like now that I've graduated, if I'm going to miss taking classes now that the summer's officially over and, for the first time in my memory, I'm not in school. For a while I thought it would be weird, melancholy. I thought I would miss the all-nighters and the schedule that never became a rut because I knew it would be completely different in four months anyway. I worried that my brain would stagnate without the stimulation of classes and papers to force me to think.
In fact, the only thing I really feel upon the students' return and the commencement of classes is annoyance. I miss the plentiful street parking by B.'s house and being able to walk from one end of the Diag to the other without getting into a pedestrian traffic jam. The loud, overdressed freshmen seem more unbearable than usual this year, and I feel nothing but relief that I'm spared the prospect of classes with half a dozen or more carbon-copy sorority girls (which suddenly reminds me that I won't get to play the "count the identical black North Face jackets" game once it gets cold this year. Huh.). I don't like the fact that Haley and B. will have homework and other commitments that will keep them from staying up until ass o'clock on a weeknight having fun with me. It pisses me off that I'll have to make arrangements to sleep someplace other than my student ghetto apartment the night before (and the night of, really) home football games--not that I plan on spending a whole ton of time at my apartment this year anyway, but still.
Speaking of my apartment, after almost three weeks it was finally declared habitable again last night. B. came over with a vaccuum cleaner and his arm and back muscles to help us move our furniture back where it belonged, after which point B. and I abandoned ship and went back to his place to make out a lot. Because, dammit, we hadn't seen each other since he left for Madison on Thursday morning and we all knew I wouldn't be sleeping at my apartment anyway.
(As a side note: stupid goddamn period and its lousy timing. Tricksy menstrual cycle, we hatesss it. Um. Yes.)
(Additional side note: CoworkerJ, the pseudo-curmudgeonly published poet who grew up in Ann Arbor, just dubbed me an "honorary townie." This pleases me.)
I should know better by now than to leave to get lunch in the middle of an LJ entry. I always completely lose my train of thought. Oh well, I need to get back to work anyway. Well, "work." Whatever.
In fact, the only thing I really feel upon the students' return and the commencement of classes is annoyance. I miss the plentiful street parking by B.'s house and being able to walk from one end of the Diag to the other without getting into a pedestrian traffic jam. The loud, overdressed freshmen seem more unbearable than usual this year, and I feel nothing but relief that I'm spared the prospect of classes with half a dozen or more carbon-copy sorority girls (which suddenly reminds me that I won't get to play the "count the identical black North Face jackets" game once it gets cold this year. Huh.). I don't like the fact that Haley and B. will have homework and other commitments that will keep them from staying up until ass o'clock on a weeknight having fun with me. It pisses me off that I'll have to make arrangements to sleep someplace other than my student ghetto apartment the night before (and the night of, really) home football games--not that I plan on spending a whole ton of time at my apartment this year anyway, but still.
Speaking of my apartment, after almost three weeks it was finally declared habitable again last night. B. came over with a vaccuum cleaner and his arm and back muscles to help us move our furniture back where it belonged, after which point B. and I abandoned ship and went back to his place to make out a lot. Because, dammit, we hadn't seen each other since he left for Madison on Thursday morning and we all knew I wouldn't be sleeping at my apartment anyway.
(As a side note: stupid goddamn period and its lousy timing. Tricksy menstrual cycle, we hatesss it. Um. Yes.)
(Additional side note: CoworkerJ, the pseudo-curmudgeonly published poet who grew up in Ann Arbor, just dubbed me an "honorary townie." This pleases me.)
I should know better by now than to leave to get lunch in the middle of an LJ entry. I always completely lose my train of thought. Oh well, I need to get back to work anyway. Well, "work." Whatever.
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Date: 2004-09-08 12:14 pm (UTC)Timing is everything.
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Date: 2004-09-08 12:20 pm (UTC)