Monday
"I thought you were already gone" was a common refrain in the last couple weeks before I left for college -- along with "you're still here?" Universities on the quarter system start as much as a month later than semester schools, so folks like me and anyone going to Northwestern (Katrina, for one) were sort of lurking around, biding our time like lame duck politicians.
I spent most of my off time hanging about Yvette's, with an assortment of friends joining me once high school let out. A little weird to feel like a ghost already.
Tuesday
My final shift at Baloney's was a long one -- 11am to 7:15pm. I don't think it was particularly ceremonious. Roberta most likely told me I'd be welcome to pick up shifts when I was back in town and the next summer (I didn't, though I did stop by to say hi, just like so many college-aged former employees before me) and gave me a hug, and that was it. Tuesday nights were typically slow, so I spent at least part of the time practicing my cross-hatching, evidently.
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