New College moved on without us. That's what Laura and I have decided. It used to be OUR school. We knew everyone, and everyone we didn't know knew us.
Now we're strangers in a place that's supposed to be ours. I mean, we're still students. This was supposed to be our heyday. We're thesis students for god sakes. But no, we don't know this place anymore.
It's funny, though, because I see these kids and they do these things and they use these words, and they have no idea why. But I do. I know where they came from. I remember.
I love my institutional memory...it's long...but there's no one to pass it on to .
And I miss people. My people. No one in particular. No one more than the others, I just miss them collectively. I miss the school that was mine, say, my second year or so. I want those people back.
So Laura and I are going to start the "we used to be cool" crew and sit on the bench. Ha.
I know it sounds pathethic, but I feel a little empty these days, now that I don't have a "partner." Perhaps I need something besides work and productivity. I never want to sleep because I feel like there's something I could be doing that would be...like...fun...or something.
But alas. Gotta sleep. Gotta be at work at 9 tomorrow. This weekend and next weekend are the last two weekends that I don't have to be at work at 9am on Saturday and Sunday. Better enjoy it.