that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


twinkle toed

It’s all over! Whew! I wish I could say that this year flew by too fast, just like the last three… but it couldn’t come soon enough. A little word to the up-and-coming university students? Make sure you take five courses every semester and make sure you take the right ones. Otherwise you’ll be like me, finished my fourth year after a provincial transfer, still needing a whole other year before I have a degree. I would like to think it’s worth it… but somedays I am frustrated.

However, the feeling of relief that comes after the last final exam never changes, especially the last one in April; that feeling of awesomeness that you just could care less what your grades are, you’re done and you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet (or your thumb, wrist, and fingers for writing so much) in the sheer amazement that you pulled it off.

That’s where I am right now. After a drink with the roomie on the couch before the night ends and packing begins. If this is as good as it gets, I think I will be glad I proved [atleast to myself] that I can do four years of post-secondary and still anticipate another couple years. Remembering my very first year, hauling out the couch to the grassy area between residence and the pond, laying there when Paul came screaming out of the school yelling “SUMMMERRRR”… to now, just chilling alone.

It’s that same old feeling.





Worth it?

You bet.

Twinkle toed.