Post-Disneyland, that is.
Believe it or not, I was actually in the library. I had a crazy jam-packed schedule that went something like this: final, six hours of study, another final, six hours of writing a paper. I just about went bat-poop crazy. Also, I realized that I've been to the library a total of three times (to study) this year: during the first week of class, in the middle of winter quarter, and this time. Beginning, middle, end. It's amazing how productive cubicles make you! And weirdly, all three times, I was with these two girls.
I think I was getting desperate at this point, praying that each word I typed got me infinitely closer to the end of my final assignment of freshman year. (Please excuse the mess in the background, it was just another factor of my insane stress level last week.
We literally spent 24 hours cleaning out our room. OK. I still don't understand how it was even possible for it to have seemed like we made zero progress even though we threw out two 50-lb garbage bags at one point and continuously carried big-ticket (as a figure of speech) items out into the hallway. But what's really cool is we developed a vacuum-bag style of packing when we didn't even have those packaged vacuum bags! We did it all by hand! Such domestic divas...
For a packing break, we managed to sneak onto the roof of our dorm, something we've been wanting to do since the beginning of the year. Cassandra and I surprised everyone and it was a really great moment. No, we didn't do anything exciting up there (unless you count Lauren accidentally tossing a beach ball over the side and into the bushes on the side of the building...), we didn't even really talk, but it was a moment where we could look around and take in our surroundings, and give a moment of thanks for us being there and meeting these people. Seeing Hoover Tower from that angle at sunset... Perfection.
Cue the song: Tonight... Tonight... There's a party on the rooftop, top of the world... Such a crazy party we are throwing up there!
About to leave our room for the last time... I had just gone to relinquish our room keys and Lauren and I walked back from Jamba, towards Serra for the very last time we could call it home. I was just a little bit heartbroken, but also too thankful for the people I met and the times I've had to be unhappy.
On the flight(s) back to Texas, I saw the most incredible views. This was just one that I managed to capture on camera, but I saw breathtaking views of clouds and light and the sky and civilization on the ground. But, by far, one of my favorite views was descending into Houston right when the sun was setting and the lights in the city were just beginning to twinkle, a handful more every second. It made me realize how relieved I am to be at home for the summer.
Until September, Stanford!