Today is my last day of classes ever. And it's flurrying outside. This all feels like poetic justice, especially now that the leaves are out (finally) and I am nearly out (finally), and winter is having a hard time letting go. That's a metaphor, right?
There's a lot to do this week, obviously. And I haven't been able to bring myself to get started on any of it--packing, rewriting, studying for tests that wont matter in 4 days. Instead, I spent several hours with the newspaper staff yesterday, cracking journalism jokes and brainstorming ways to pull the last issue together. One of the best things I've ever reported and written is running in this issue.
I went to Portland this weekend.* Thinking back on it now, it seems like a different person who almost went to college there. It was wholesomely satisfying to come full circle like that, especially because the weather was much better at home. And it's always been about the goddamn weather.
*For the region 10 Society of Professional Journalists conference. I won an award--1st place feature photography in the region for these pictures.
