Friday: After checking out and leaving my dorm forever(!!), I drove up to Heber to spend the day at the lake with Chloe. It was a wonderful, relaxing day, full of sun, swimming, music, and reading. We found a remote location away from the creepy boys that can get a little too close sometimes and laid our towels out. From 1:30 to 6:30 we laid around and whenever we got hot or bored we headed out to the buoys at the edge of the swimming area.
After the sun started setting we headed to a restaurant on the river called Cafe Klaiser and ate our weight in catfish and chocolate cake. It was the best way to spend my last real day at Harding.
Saturday: Today I got to see my class graduate. I wish I could of been on that stage with them but in July I'll get my turn and finally get my BFA in Graphic Design!! It was so exciting seeing some of my best friends receive something they've worked so hard on for the past four years. Blood, sweat, tears, and of course a ton of fun went into these past four years and I was lucky to be a part of them and also the last day where they all received their diplomas.
Sunday: I pulled out of one of the Harding parking lot at 9:45 and was intending to arrive at home around 2:30. That was until I had a tire blow out an hour away from Dallas. Honestly I didn't know it was a blow out until the deputy came out to check my car. Before you call me an idiot, you have to remember what happened to a young man, Ty Osman, earlier this year. I was afraid to get out of my car. I didn't feel safe being out on the highway. Now, the reason I didn't know it was a blow out was because I had been driving on the tire awhile after it blew. And the reason that was, was the tread blew but the inner tire was still inflated. The tire didn't even make a sound when it blew. It wasn't until my engine started failing and then finally shut off that I knew something was wrong. I coasted to the shoulder and sat there until highway patrol came. He checked it out, told me the tire blew and the tread was wrapped around my axil which had knocked a plug causing my engine to shut off. So after making small talk with the deputy for about an hour the tow truck pulled up and we drove to the car lot. So there's the first blessing: really nice officer who let me sit in his passenger seat, in the nice cool air conditioning, and told me stories of his kids and the past seventeen years in the business. My next blessing was the owner of the towing business and the mechanic shop connected who doesn't work on Sundays. Well, he made an exception for me so I could get home and took an hour fixing the plug and changing my tire. So after another hour I was once on the road, heading to Sulfur Springs, to buy a new tire since my spare was weathered. Then I spent another hour buying tires and having them changed. I finally got home around 5:45. Long trip, but a safe one. In four years I've had two blow outs and I've lived through both of them. I can consider that a blessing.
Monday: I want to make myself clear about something that's been bothering me. Others might not have really noticed but it's sort of upset me. I don't know if I showed people that I was upset to leave Harding. It hadn't hit me; really it still hasn't hit me. I've been coming back year after year and it just didn't seem over to me. I think it's my brain protecting me from the pain of change. As exciting as this change is, I don't want to leave the ones I love. Next year I won't be walking to class with Alex at 8AM, I won't be sitting next to Jess joking about how crazy one of out teachers is. No eating lunches with Emily and Landon, or Alex and Dylan, or Cressy, or Leslie. I won't be surviving painting and internet with Brittany and Chloe, or my spontaneous trips and adventures with Liz. Or any of the tails I faced with my fellow designers. There will be no advice from teachers or smiles from my kids.
Pretty much what I'm trying to say is I'm bad at goodbyes and even though I didn't act like I would miss everyone, I really will. My heart will feel like a part of it is missing for the longest time because these people, who became my family, are now starting new ones. My life is not over but a part of it has ended so another part can begin. To all of those who passed through my life these past four years, I want to say thank you for making it a special time.
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