Girl Does College

One of my least favorite things in life is saying goodbye. Whether it’s a day I’m just hanging out with friends, and there’s that whole awkward silence when you’re all deciding if you should leave or not. If it’s the end of the school year, and even though you know you’ll see all of them three months from then, it’s still chokes you up inside to know that you have to leave them all.

For a little over a year, I worked at the Seattle Public Library. During my stay, I met great co-workers. My interpretations of conservative boring librarians were smashed once I actually got to know them behind the scenes, and not just from a patron’s point of view.

Needless to say, I loved my job. Being my first job, I was nervous as heck, but found it to be quite relaxing at times. Although it was strict to a point, I was comfortable there, and that’s what made me happy.

And what also made me happy was the fact that even though I stopped working, my Co-workers threw me a going away party later that week. Needless to say, I was touched, and although I may not have said much, it was only because I hated to say goodbye to people who were so supportive, and I didn’t wanna cry or anything. (I get chocked up, I don’t cry. But the SPIRIT of crying is there, which is a feeling I hate.)

I also went back to my Ex-high school to visit all my underclassman friends. We had a pretty good time. Talked about anime, went out for teriyaki after school, and hung out at the park. It seems as if I’m leaving a lot of good people behind. Although it’ll only be a few months, I’ll still miss them all.

So really what I’m saying is that I had really good friends, and people that stood by me through a lot. Makes me wish I didn’t have to go, but as Madonna would say, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.”

(Replace the noun with Seattle, and it makes more sense.)