If it kills me...

A week of school has gone by and still, every morning I wake up, faintly surprised to find that all of this was not just a dream. Maybe Senior year wasn't ideal for choosing to change roommates, or to start so many new things, but when I ask myself if I regret rising to the occasion, the answer is always no.

Living with Alyssa and Kelley has been great so far. Alyssa and I have our beds temporarily bunked, before we get our room completely set-up, and every time one of us rolls over, or gets in bed, or wakes up, the other can feel it. Luckily we wake up at the same time almost every day...8 on the weekdays and later on the weekends. We're glad its us in the same room, and that Kelley has her own, since every morning we open the door to find that she's made her bed and gone, our resident early bird, catching the worm. Having 3 cooks in the house is far to our benefit...we eat far too well for our age and status, but I can't say that we don't enjoy it.

Yesterday Alyssa and I woke from our respective Friday nights tired and exhausted. As I came out brushing my teeth, Marvin Gaye suddenly echoed throughout the house, and she and I had a teeth-brushing, toe-tapping dance party in the middle of our living room to Let's Get It On before going to Ultimate Bagel to visit Erin at work. We spent the day watching Hello, Dolly! and doing homework. I really don't think there have ever been roommates better suited to each other.

Faber House duties are so far wonderful...everyone thinks the house is adorable, we're a huge hit with University Ministry, and our first event went great today. Our Mass on the Grass was well-attended and struck by a storm that miraculously unleashed winds of Heavenly Power at all the right moments, and held the rain until right after.

A group of us hung around after and the two most beautiful rainbows arrived over Lake Arthur, and when we looked to the left, the two of them perfectly framed the spires of St. Al's. It's hard to know that I'm leaving in moments like that.

Life is pretty normal: my classes are good, my weekend was a blast, my graduation application is due, and I received my first parking ticket of the year, hoo-ray. But each day I feel as if something's missing, and I don't know if I just miss everyone who graduated or if it is something in me I'm trying to find. I just can't make myself believe that I'm here, that college is coming to a close, that the news of engagement after engagement arriving each day isn't a joke, that I'm not a little kid anymore.