The Span-Man no longer...and other such things...

This whole experience is unique and has really come full circle. I did not know what to expect coming to DC, and I got something different out of it than I had originally thought. I was pretty sure I wanted to quit work after the first day because I did not know what I was doing. For a while, I hated my apartment, now I just tolerate it, at least for 1 more night. The monuments have been seen, the tours taken, and the papers written. As I write this, well, as of last Sunday, I officially finished undergraduate college academic work. I have no more tests to take, assignments to turn in, or other things to do school related. I have been to my last student football game, my last basketball game. I never did swim in the Red-Cedar, but, that's probably a good thing. I have done a lot, such as studying abroad, but I have missed out on a lot, too. I am legitimately getting sad thinking back on all of this. As great as things were in college, there was tons of bad things, and I don't really know how much I have grown up. I am still horribly dependent on others, can't get around on my own very well, and remain without career direction. What now?! I'll stop boring what few readers I have left, and get to my last day of spanning.

The completion of my internship at the SPAN was nothing like my first. I knew (for the most part) what I was doing, I had friends, I had a desk, and a purpose. I did tons of work that involved finalizing the generic graphic books, checking all graphics (with plenty of help), shoot sheet finding, tape running, and more. I would spend the time and go into full detail about what all of that means, but you wuould have no idea what any of it meant, so I will spare you all the details. Would a job there be the ideal spot, well, maybe, but it would only be a stop-over. I could not make a career of it. I was fairly busy my last day, and nobody treated me any differently because I was leaving, at least no until the end of the day. One by one, co-workers, young and old, would come up to me, shake me hang, hug me, and tell me what a great job I did for them this semester. There were times I wasn't sure they appreciated me (JUST KIDDING), but it was nice to have them approach me as relay that sentiment. I learned a lot, whether it was from my office dad Dennis, office mom shannon, aunt molly, uncle james, cousin rich, pete, angie, brian, PB, Bill x 2, paul r and o, victor, halai, molly b, matt, slade, seth, taylor, cynthia, lew, deb, mark, nike, james, dan, and more I am sure I am forgetting. There are more that I am undoubtedly forgetting, but you all mean a lot to me. I can honestly say that I have made a lot of friends, and I am fortunate for this experience. I had to turn in my credentials, and clean out my area. I packed up my coffee cups, my last rundown, and walked out the door (in the rain) for my last walk home past the capitol and such.

As I walked, I turned on my Ipod, and the song that came on was 'Save Tonight' by Eagle Eye Cherry. It is somewhat (vauguely) about last days or nights or whatever you want to call it, but it seemed fitting. Tomorrow I would be gone. And I am gone, which is sad.

I am going to miss the SPAN, I am going to miss DC, and I am going to miss the great friends I have made here. What's next? WHo knows, least of all me. I know I will sadly end up in some crappy law school I don't want to be at anyways, but I have no other choice. I have missed deadlines for programs, not taking the rights tests, and generally failed at this thing called the future. OH, well... I can always just flip french fries...

More to come, this is just a taste of the last few days...I hope all is well.

ANdy