Only two classes remain. By 12:30 tomorrow, I'll have finished my BEd. Well, not technically, I still have exams next week, but the class part will be done. A very weird thing happened today. Apart from feeling more like myself than I have in a really long time, I realized that I'm actually going to miss my section-mates. We're an awful class, our profs hate us, but that's what I like about us. We're random and snarky and frustrated and so inappropriate. Inappropriate should be entirely capitalized. If we had to teach our class, we probably would have killed us by now. So, some credit must be given to our profs.
We took a group picture today and I found myself getting oddly nostalgic. For what I'm unsure. I kept to myself way more than I should have, but I do have good memories. The one standing out at the moment is of Movember. Guys grow horrible moustaches to fundraise for cancer. One guy in my section grew a disgusting moustache, I don't even think the style he'd... shaped... it into has a name. Either way, I ran into him in the hall and he started talking to me. He's already about half a foot taller than me so I'm talking into his chest, but generally I make an effort to look people in the eyes when I speak to them. I could not look beyond his friggin' moustache. I tried. I made a conscious effort, but it was so bad... I had to stare. Like a care accident. It's horrible and you want to look away, but something inside you won't let you. And I will never forget playing Headbands and having a swastika on my forehead for ten minutes while the class looked on in confusion. Or the time I went to the washroom a floor up from my class. I wound up finishing my business at the same time as one of my professors. She promptly asked me if I was stalking her. Really, I just wanted to pee and the bathroom on the floor below has an unclean smell that makes me gag whenever I set foot inside it. I didn't tell her that, but I did deny stalking her. I had a similar experience in the same washroom with a different prof. This time, she merely accused me of being on the same schedule as she was. I still don't know whether or not I should be disturbed. Why does weird stuff happen to me in bathrooms? Seriously, I just want to go in, do my thing, wash my hands and get out. Is this what guys feel like when there are open urinals but some dude stands right next to them?
No matter how bad an experience is, no matter how difficult, there are always good moments to look back on fondly. There's always something that happens to surprise you or make you smile. Already I'm starting to forget how stupid half the stuff I did was. I said I was starting, not that I had. In the end though, I did laugh a lot. And in spite of my fantastically crappy attitude, I learned a lot as well. So, definitely not time wasted.
Even more strange, if I had children, I think I would actually trust my section mates with their education. I did not see that coming.