Last Class Bash

Today marked my last class EVER at Mount A.... it's kind of too bad I slept through it. God knows if I'll ever be back in any of the buildings on campus. It's kind of a strange feeling. I still remember my first week at Mount A, how big campus felt and how completely lost I was. Now, 5 years later, I know that campus like the back of my hand, every corner of it has some kind of memory associated with it. Like how Arran and Ash stopped to take a nap in the garden out side the chapel because their residence was too far from the pub, or how many hours I spent on the red floor of the library trying to cram information into my overworked brain. Every time I think of the biology building I'll think of the weekend I spent dissecting dead cats and sharks to study for my chordate anatomy lab exam. I smelled so much like formaldehyde by the end of that weekend that my boyfriend at the time wouldn't even hug me. Or there was the time I pranced around the stage at Con Hall in a bright pink and blue 80's bodysuit with purple leg warmers while the leads in Footloose sang "Holding out for a Hero". 

 I'm holding out for a hero til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight....

I can still remember the terrible, tacky choreography that went along with it. Ahhhh first year. 

Tonight marks an end to these memories.... Thank God! I had a phenomenal time while I was here, I made some great friends, had some amazing memories and got a double major too. But I'm ready to move on with my life. 

Tonight I get drunk... tomorrow I decide what to do with my life... eep!

Hopefully tonight will look something like the following: 

The above video is from a few weekends ago. Derrick had a few too many triple rum & cokes and I just happened to catch it on camera. He's going to kill me when he sees that I posted the video, but I figure no one reads this anyway, so who cares? haha :)