I am definitely in the groove of living in Vegas.
Some examples of ways that I am so in the groove here:
I know exactly where I can get away with parking for x amount of time.
I have perfected my rollar bladding route to the "T."
I know all the short cuts to buildings and the back stairwells.
I've discussed inventory with the employees of the Sidewalk Cafe about 5 times, because they've taken the peanut butter Reeses Peanut Butter Cup cookie off their list. They sympathize. We're friends.
I have a key for the main curriculum and development office. I've had this key for a year now, and I'm 99% sure I wasn't supposed to be given one, but it's awesome because I can get in there any time I want. We're talking access to all the professors' boxes, the copier, the microwave and fridge (and since the office closes at 5, but I'm on campus sometimes until 10, this is SO nice to have), endless supplies of paper, the good paperclips to hold thick amounts of paper, padded envelopes, and you name it. I LOVE this access.
I think I've been through a lot living here and well, grown up a lot. Now it's time to leave. I'm ready for this higher education crap to end and move on to being in the real world.
And, I'm excited for Christmas and to see my family.
Oh, and NYC, here I come! Anybody want to find a job for me? I'm slightly worried.
Tomorrow will begin my 1 month count down. I just need to make it through this next month. At least I'll have a day or two break in my constant working/studying to hang out in St. George with Spencer's family. Everybody cross your fingers for me.
