Veni vidi I'm done

It's over. We won, pretty much. Kind of. Well, not really.

I actually did fairly well. Satisfactorily so, except... I didn't leave myself time to finish the first essay. Which is quite le bummer. (That's French for it stinks.) They score the essays separately from the rest of the test, so at least I got to feel good about the verbal and math and whatnot. Unfortunately, my score on the writing section will carry alot of weight with the in-chare-of-graduate-admissions people at Communications departments. So I will very likely be taking it again.

Oh well, it's just money. The odds are good my score will be even better the second time anyway.

I came with Andrew this morning, and he doesn't finish until 4:05, so I've just been people-watching. I was wandering around outside, checking people out, especially the cute girls (ok ok I'm kidding...) and suddenly - there's the cafeteria. The darndest thing. Next thing I know I find myself standing in front of the Java City counter and the lady is handing me an iced latte with Irish Cream. Of course I had to pay for it then. I try to be honorable in those sorts of matters. How did this happen you ask? I cannot tell you. but I'd aver that those friends who know me best could come up with some valid theories.

It's a pretty decent latte, I can tell you that. Pretty decent as in, certainly not the best I've ever had, but a fur piece from being as bad as Starbuck's (and I am prepared to face all the criticism that remark may incur). Actually I'm still enjoying it cause the computer lab guy let me bring it in. Oh happy. (that was for you, Box)

Being back on a college campus is really an interesting experience. It's hard to describe the feelings it incites. Whatever it was hit me suddenly as I was walking and bubbled up inside until it quickly spilled out as laughter - the really happy-heart kind. (I saw one sophomore-ish girl looking at me askance. And I didn't care. Mildly amusing really.) Power, maybe. Liberation. I guess more than anything it's confidence. Natural, comfortable confidence. A nice feeling, that.

I probably looked lost as I just stood there in the middle of the cafeteria, watching people. (actually I kind of was lost - misplaced my map and wandered around for a while but then suddenly just found myself in...... ok I already told you about that.) But you know what? I felt like I knew them all. Different campus - same people. Same types of dress, speech, style - almost everyone falls into a familiar category, however hard they may try to avoid it. (I'll probably write more extensively on this subject in the future.) I kept expecting to see someone I actually did recognize, they all looked so familiar.

I've run out of writing juice, so I guess that wraps it up.
Thanks for the prayers.

The End.