Friday, June 26, 2009

Things are changing.

Tomorrow is my last commute to the upper west side...my colleagues, my students, my office, my niche, my routines...I know new students, colleagues, niches are on my horizon...but I am scared. Scared of someone catching on that I don't know my shit. (isn't it interesting that no matter how accomplished we are, we secretly think we have pulled a fast one or been incredibly lucky...I am pretty sure I am a five year old dresses convincingly in teacher clothes)

James is almost done with his post Bac...he goes back to work while we hold our breath and wait for med schools to call...

My best friend in NYC is moving to Chicago this weekend. I can't imagine going through these transitions without her...the girl has sat in a tub with me and pulled broken glass out of my mangled foot...

I have to get through the next two days with minimal tears. I say that, but I am sitting on a train holding back tears right now. How the f am I going to get through graduation...

You would think I would be used to goodbyes by now.

- sent from my sweet baby iPhone

Posted by Ms. Camille at 7:38 AM

1 comments:

sharonwue said...

Aunt Sharon says: Remember to take cold pills (decongestant and antihistamine). They will help you continue to look (and sound) human even if you cry your eyes out. Have a wonderful day. You have made a lot of memories there- but I seem to recall a few headaches, too. Love you.

June 28, 2009 9:01 PM

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