And... cut to black. End Scene, move on.

After four days, I should be getting used to it, but I'm not yet. The school term is over. Done. Finito. And I have no frickin' clue what I'm going to be doing for the next two months.

I mean, I know I have to work, or else I can't afford tins of beans, let alone tuition, but my pollyanna-ish plan of getting magical temp work in the administrative sector has not exactly panned out with the minimum of fuss I was expecting. Frankly, at this moment I've no reason to think it'll pan out at all. This is not to say I'm not really enjoying my time off (Friday I watched tv and did laundry, Saturday I watched tv and read and cleaned, Sunday I went to church and watched tv and cooked and played games, today I'm reading and doing emails and putzing about) but the pressures of bank accounts and tinned bean desires are growing, so if nothing's worked out by the end of the week I'll likely be more than a little nervous.

However, what I won't get nervous about is my lack of schooling for the next two months. It's not that I didn't love my classes -- quite the opposite, in fact, since I'm revelling in the idea that I now have time and mental space to consider what I've learned and start processing it. Moreover, now I've also got time to consider the friends I've made and start deepening those connections through dinners, long conversations over coffee, and more than a few hiking trips into those gorgeous mountains I've been staring at all winter (when they weren't covered in clouds).

So I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm relaxed (or getting there, at least), I'm worried -- I'm a ball of conflicting emotions. It's all so abrupt, considering this exact time last week I hadn't written my first exam yet and had two others still to study for. Weird.

(PS -- since I've been meaning to write about this for months, let me say it now before I forget permanently: I used to ride the same bus home every Thursday night at 10:30 after working/studying at Regent all day. I knew I was definately in a groove when I noticed that the regular bus driver had shaved off his mustache. I'm actually a little sad I won't be able to see himanymore over the summer... routines are comforting, and his quiet demeanour and shy smile was always very calming after a long day. ;)