Season Finale

Today felt like a season finale in a television show. Most good TV shows always have a good season finale with unique qualities. The main one present is that everything is coming to an end. This is in regards to the production of the show, but also the action taking place within the show. It seems that today, being the last full length day of school really felt like the perfect ending to a TV show. In the Writing Center, everything felt different. It was the first time we all crowded around the front table and just had fun. There were probably ten people turned away who needed help. Just kidding. We managed to tutor some people in our fun time, but failed to do our job in recording the required paperwork. Yes, it was great, because we all connected at the party (some of us more than others) and that togetherness followed through to the final work day. Maybe the fact it was our last day played a major role in this. I never really liked the crowd well enough to hang out, but today was a lot of fun. Just like a season finale, you never want it to end, but you know it's coming. That's how today felt. Dr. Janssen was exceptionally nice to us today. It was, in a way, almost creepy. He shared a story with Amy and myself about his college days in Athens, which really created a whole new awkwardness. I really do see myself going over to his place and jamming with “the guys.” I cannot picture “hanging out” with professors, but it would be neat to kick back with Tony, David, Ed, and Bob (the janitor in the Academic Building, whom Dr. Janssen tells me plays blues on a mean banjo). Just kidding. I could play with them, but never do the first name thing. Anyways, as the day slowly came to an end, one by one, an employee would say their goodbyes and make their exit until it was down to just me. Actually, it was down to Mr. Higgins, Derrek, and myself. I didn’t have the cinematic moment I hoped for. I would be the last one there, push in all the chairs, close the blinds, turn our the lights, and just as I would shut the door, I’d turn around and say, “Goodbye.” As cheesy as it sounds, I really am going to miss that place as well as Gordon College in general. I realized today that I’ve spent three years there. That’s almost the length of high school, which was an eternity. It just seems like the end, but I keep forgetting that in all honesty, it’s the beginning. I shook Tony’s hand and said my goodbye. But something was still missing. I made a great contribution to the theatre department and I felt like a mark in my honor was necessary. What, if Truet Cathy can have the rock hard eagle statue in the lobby, I can leave my mark. So, I took some leftover paint, climbed on a table and wrote my name and date on the theatre workshop tool-room wall. Afterwards, it felt really good. And so, I left the theatre for the last time. Here’s a picture of it: