Hmm. Packing. Where did I put that null-void pocket? Seriously, I don't know how I got all this stuff here, and I really don't know how to get it out.

Maybe... garbage bags? But am I that guy?

Just got another call from Hero Student Loans: the woman was obviously blindsided when I told her I wasn't interested, stop calling. Of course, I told the last guy that too, but a company this incompetent doesn't think to tell its telemarketers anything. They're victims too. Irritating victims.

I walked around campus today, delivering the official newspaper for the last time. I seem to be the only white guy doing this kind of work at UChicago (cough), but I think today I was finally accepted as an equal in the fight against the Man:

Old black guy: "You on distribution, brother?"
Our Bold Hero: "Oh yeah."
Old black guy: "Mmmmm-hm."

You'd think all this walking around campus a day before I graduate would make me whistful, but I don't really feel that way. I was only here for a year, I didn't put down any roots... I dunno. Tomorrow lacks enormity for me.

I felt the same way before I got my driver's license, actually, though that feeling changed the first time I went on a long drive. The actual graduation ceremony could effect the same kind of change, but I wouldn't bet on it.

It sounds terrible, but do you know what I look forward to, more than receiving that diploma? Making real people money. Making a contribution to the real world.

Odd (and not at all fun) fact: according to my sources, we will receive neither hood nor colored bars tomorrow. It's unusual.