So, my thesis is due soon. I told Emily that I'd give her my first rough draft on thursday. I plan on ending my "Thesis Beard" at that time. not that there's much of a beard. My facial hair has been growing slower than grass growing on concrete. On one hand it makes me feel sort of immasculated, but at the same time I feel sort of lucky that I'm not even close to being a slave to the razor. At least I'm capable of growing some facial hair. If I didn't shave for a few years I might have a full beard.
In any case, my thesis hasn't been too much of a burden. Certainly not like the stories I've heard of people in the past and not like the things I hear from my friends. I guess I have Emily to thank for that. She's had me working consistently for the entire year, so I've been able to do it in small parts. I'm thankful for that. My thesis will end up being a product of my sweat that I can be truly proud of with no bad memories of working on it. With that said, I'm really looking forward to being done with it. The time after thesis is going to be so much fun, but at the same time, I predict a bit of sadness in those days.
It's all coming to an end. Before I know it, I'll have that degree in my hand and I'll be a college graduate. And then (you see here's the thing that really sucks about not going to a state school, where just about everyone lives in that state) all my friends will be scattered across the nation to do their various jobs and live out their lives. I've never been very good at keeping in touch. The fact that I'm still friends with Celia is an epic occurence. Maybe I'll do a better job from now on. It'd be weird to have the peole that I care about so much now no longer in my life. As weird as that seems, its certainly something that has happened in the past. When was the last time I talked to any of the guys that were in my circle of friends in high school? I think it was in high school. Or it might have been that first Christmas back. I wonder whatever happened to those guys, all doing bigger and better things I suppose. Not wanting to look back at the misery that was living at the bottom of the social food chain at NHS. Weird to think how far I've come as far as my social interactions are concerned.
This will probably come up again later, I'm often astounded at how different a person I am now than I was.
Have you got the time? I lost mine keeping track of it all.
- Welbilt "Everything's Alright"