There are some I will miss (already miss) and others who
left bags of trash and drawers with hairballs in their rooms. There are so many
things on the “Now We Know & Can Do Better Next Year” list and while I’ve
accrued some tips (I’m now an expert at mailing large boxes at a very, small
post office), me thinks the end of the year will always embody a certain amount
of madness. The recycling of notebooks and returning of internet chords. Room
keys and broken vacuums. Passports and bags & bags & bags (& bags)
of discarded hangers. Wet towels left hanging on the backs of doors like shed
skins. Empty, rickety shoe racks yawning into hallways. Oozing shampoo bottles
hidden under sinks, the melted remainders of rushed mornings.
The underclassmen observed the panic and, in some cases,
were left to deal with the abandoned fridges or hole-punched confetti left
under desks. I told them to make it easy on themselves. To pack a box every day
this week and take out trash bags as they make them, using the seniors as a cautionary
tale. And they nodded. But we shall see come next Monday and Tuesday if they
learned anything from the past weekend.
And we shall next year if I’ve learned anything from the
past year. Next year, over half the dorm will be new girls. Already we’ve started
planning for the ESL program, which, in its second year, they’ve asked me to
direct. Already we’re discussing the changes to our dorm structure for next
year and discussing how the dorm program will look. Oh yeah, and I guess I
should start preparing for Front Loader Gilbert McCannell. Although if Henry
taught me anything, it’s that “preparation” isn’t applicable and any attempt at
such is fairly futile.
Today, the most important thing of the summer was taken care
of: the air conditioning was installed.
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