Sad-Happy Day

What to do... what to do?

It's funny how "time flies" on swift, powerful wings. Hated cliche... so overused, yet true with the type of truth that is usually accompanied by that foul taste in the mouth.

Today is my last day at formerly "First-year Services," now "Student Development Centre" at the University of Regina. A new, ambiguous department name for a new, ambiguous academic future. They let me eat cake today, and gave me a card... which they each signed with their own unique message written down for my memory. I will miss this place and the people more importantly.

"The Student Development Centre -- Helping to give you the tools you'll need to succeed."

Where I am going is a place far more menacing and I am not oblivious to the challenge I will face there. It's ironic that I am now going to leave the place I love to be (the university campus) to go to a place I could not wait to leave (high school) in order to help make the transition from one stage to the next better for my future students.

It could be that I am truly going delusional, like the occassionally significant pressure in my head is indicating.