Better By Nightfall

Finals week. The week every college student crams all the knowledge they possibly can into a condensed study session in order to pass a certain class. Sometimes their efforts are worthwhile and very successful. Other times, however, their efforts are in vain. Condemned to wait until the finals are graded and the grades are in.

Waiting.

I'm nearing the end of this venture and it's got me wondering a lot of things that hadn't crossed my mind until recently. Testing of course, which I'll delve more into later. Perhaps most paramount is that of my favorite roommate Peter who moved out on Sunday. He now lives in an apartment with his nice, but somewhat creepy friend, David. While I'm ecstatic that he moved out and that I don't have to deal with his pious snobbishness, it has me concerned. Part of me says I shouldn't care, but part of me is agitated by how things went down this semester with him as my roommate. Originally, I wasn't even giving second thought to any of it until I talked to Sean, my other roommate, who mentioned the notable animosity between me towards Peter and Peter towards me. While talking to Sean, I learned that Peter basically thought he was better than everyone on the floor and was "displeased" with his roommates for not being as mature as him. Well, dear Peter, all I have to say is:

If you constitute: playing Diablo II, Starcraft, and Age of Empires all day, almost every day as mature; Playing video games incessantly instead of doing homework or trying to focus on school as mature; Not respecting your roommates when they ask you to be quiet as mature; being a self proclaimed "pious individual" as mature; snobbing everyone else because they aren't as mature; telling people what to do because it's not suitable or conducive to you because you refuse to compromise as mature; not upholding the obligation to keep the bathroom areas clean as mature; using your friend to spy on me when I'm sleeping or awake as mature; talking about me behind my back when I could clearly hear you as mature; being a hypocrite as mature, then I guess you must be God! Heaven forbid I found the holiest of holy and he lived with me! I should bow at your excellence and marvel in your benevolence. I am so incredibly sorry I ever wronged you by: telling you to keep it down from playing all your games and music with your subwoofer at just about the highest level possible; asking you to be quiet when I was doing my speech/debate and various other homework; being "inferior" to you; not snobbing people because I'm actually social enough to leave the room and talk to them; being able to compromise; keeping the bathroom clean until you dirtied it and didn't clean it after your "holy" mess; getting pissed when your friend spied on me because, after all, it's his right to since he doesn't even live here and has no business on my side of the room at all; allowing you to talk about me because I just thought it'd be better to let it go; and for being flawed but at least I'm willing to admit it. I'm not God, and I'm damn proud not to be. If I was, if...do you think I would ever have allowed you to do all the asinine things you did while you lived with me? Do you even think I'd spare your life for a second, if I were God? I certainly hope you think I wouldn't because there is no chance in heaven or hell that I'd have ever allowed you to do what you did and act the way you did to me, around me, and around my friends. You'd be dead.

I guess the best part about leaving the dorms and not ever having to see you again under a purposeful or obligatory nature is that, although I'm not God, you'll finally be dead to me. I won't have to worry about your nearly gay nagging or you...ever again.
You're dead.

As for testing, I took my first final of four and I know it went well. I will miss my favorite class this year: Japanese. I will also miss my favorite professor who encouraged me to continue both Japanese and Debate when I was unsure about my progress. Japanese, of course was a given for her to encourage me to continue in, but Debate was not. She was personalable enough that she cared to listen to my Debate experience from Spring Break and say: "Don't let it get to you so much. What he said was unfair, but you know and I know that you're a good student and your better than what he said. You'll do better next year, I can see the talent. You just need to keep harnessing it and you'll succeed. Just let it go, move on, and come back with force in the fall."
Besides Lacey, Barton, and my family (of course), her words and encouragement helped me through. I will miss seeing her every week on Mondays and Wednesdays. I learned a lot and I'm most thankful that somehow there is some sort of guiding force that places certain people in certain situations for certain reasons. Be it fate or chance, I respect whatever it was it allowed me to meet some great people this year and learn from all the situations, both good and bad, I was in.

Only three more finals to go and I'll be on my way home, but away from home at the same time. One road leads to another, but the path goes in both directions. I'll return to some of these roads again, but there are many more I have yet to take that, hopefully, will lead me to where I want to be.