I always am somewhat welcoming to finals being that they signify the end of months spent cramming down information, feigning knowledge, scrawling papers, and fumbling through presentations. No more days blinked by trying to master five distinct areas of study and modes of thought.
The summer doesn't only bring UV rays abounding, sand, and the soothing buzz of insects inside your ears, but the fleeting opportunity to focus on just a few manageable pieces of the universe. Whether that be a waylayed book, new skateboard diddies, or instigating a grassroots industrial revolution, I love the summer for its bite-sized obligations.
But in order to get there, the dorm room needs cleaning out, and the belongings that have cluttered my room--all of which must have extremely assertive asexual dispositions to account for the exponential growth that transpired over these past two semesters--need to find new homes.
I don't have much substance as far as words go that would amount to more than complaining, and that simply is not what I'm looking to fill the world with. Instead, here's some pictures that I'm glad were taken. If you were ever curious what the last days of my spring term looked like, enjoy.
If you are in the market for a reliable automobile suited for hauling cumbersome loads while maintaining high speeds and good fuel economy, might I suggest Subaru's Justy--particularly the late 'eighties models. Robin's little gem, the Trusty Justy, made moving furniture into our next year's abode a cinch.
The next car I get is most definately going to have a roof rack like this. They came standard on the Justy back in the day (which was a Wednesday, in case you're curious), but the general public didn't see the utility of them I suppose, and the design was nixed.