Marking time

Last night was my last Pub Quiz with A. We were talking about how we've been marking time with Pub Quizzes since the beginning of first year. School is so fast and chaotic that our little moment outside of school became our yardstick. Of course, I already had a "Last Quiz ever with A" back before the decisions. We knew that the next Monday our lives would never be the same, and one of us could ave been sent home. The complete glee when we both made it to that Monday intact (or mostly intact... that was a rough week) was indiscribable.



Things are moving so quickly I can't keep weeks straight. Last week was commands, but in a laid-back way, the week before that was the last Soiree and before that was two weeks of madness and rehearsals which flew the way weeks with every minute scheduled can fly. In a way this period now feels like a coda, like something tacked on after the real end (the Soiree) but there's still no time for nostalgia, so off I go to saw some wood to mae a window!