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Flew Into New York City JF(ing)K / Didn't get to sleep last night

Guess who's back, back again... that's right, newly-wed Mr. & Mrs. Jones. Back just in time to spend exorbitant amount of cash on shipping computers and guitars to Phoenix - ugh. But given that our view of the world has been this for the past week:

I guess we will just stomach that as a real-world blow to our post-nuptial and honeymoon-in-Ti-Kaye-Village-in-St.-Lucia-induced bliss. Seriously seriously folks - our week in St. Lucia could not have been more idyllic. Setting aside the obvious puritanical class-guilt I suffered from all week from being waited on by third world citizens - tourism is indeed the new colonialism, and yes, capitalism is a bitch - everything about the resort was top-notch. Secluded, relaxing, not too pricey (though let's be honest, it was only not too pricey relative to what it could have been - they did pretty much have us trapped in the hillside with only one restaurant to go to, so they could have reamed us for whatever they wanted, but thankfully it was only *seriously expensive* and not "extraordinarily" or "extraplanetarily" or "here's what you get for oppressing us" expensive. Meaning - it was not cheap, but it was fantastically good and the pina coladas were only five bucks. I briefly considered putting umbrellas in my bed posts like notches of accomplishment, but the toothpicks weren't sharp enough. Somewhere there's a visa statement with an inventorial account of my proclivity for getting girl-drink drunk - and props to the commentor who threw that out there), all in all a superb time.

Unfortunately, we are living in a Mac-terial world and the following video notwithstanding, I am not a Macterial girl. I have all of our photos on this like Macbook, but I lack the brainpower and/or the Adobe Photoshop license to shrink the images to a reasonable blog-size. My PC is now in transit* to Sunny Azz, and as soon as I get that and a reliable internet connection, you will Snoop's upside your head with images of the Honeymoon. But until then, unless I can figure out how to alter files in iPhoto, you will be stuck with stock footage of ti kaye as-stolen from their website.

*Please note that the above ridiculous parenthetical which went to some length to describe the relative affordabiltiy of Ti Kaye is pretty much the exact opposite of any parenthetical I might throw in here. UPS charges a RE-DONKEY-U-LESS amount of money to ship things, but given the sensitive nature of our computers and my guitars, it's not like I could have thrown them in the back of the truck last month, and given the ridiculous size of them, we can't exactly pack them in the back of the Little Honda because, well, then, first through third gear would not be alright. So I am feeling a little suck-punched right now at the gaping hole in my wallet and thought I would mention it, full disclosure style, though as the always wise the Beck pointed out just now, moving is inevitably expensive and sooner or later things will return to their normal selves. Possibly.

And now, a video interlude:

Oh, good god Y'all. As long as we're doing this, we might as well do this. Here is a whole slew of wedding insanity. Starring, well, me and a little ditty from the one they call Neil:

Enough of that. More later. See y'all in 'Zona.

St. Lucia Bound

No more posts for the next week. If you want some kind of Nyetian view on life, just google "St. Lucia beach" and "umbrella drink."


Until next Monday!

T is for the other T in...

Muchos props also go to the Tufts folk. Not to say that the Rice folk did not represent themselves brilliantly as well - just that one, the Rice folk we know tend to be on the older / more married / more civilized side, whereas the Emen still have their foolish youthful ways intact. Gotta love 'em for it, too. That and the simple fact that I've gotten some pics from them, and not any from the Rice crowd yet (though I did get one tasty video from Rice roommate Matt, and that will be posted at the end...). So still waiting on some Rice pics from the peeps, but until then, here's to the Tufts Emen and Wo - thanks for making the trip, for rocking my face off appropriately, for wearing the spa's slippers, for possibly (definitely) hooking up with one of my cousins, for bringing a urinating frog to the party... i.e, for being yourselves. Much love. In no particular order:

Verbs, hardcore lead singer, w/ exquisite SLF Tali in background

Josh, with dinner roll

Tali, also with dinner roll

Tuftsmen (Jesse, Craig, Josh, Pallaver) looking dapper

Tuftsmen, looking ever dapper-er

Tufts Like an Egyptian

Whole Crew?

Wholer Crew?

He dreams in color / dreams in red

Okay, so those are perhaps the worst lyrics to ever introduce something that has the intention of being a positive thing - it's Pearl Jam's "Betterman" for those of you not in the know - and that' s asong about a lady settling for some guy because she can't bring herself to take action w/r/t her relationship - which is all besides the point; it's really just a cheap play on "best man" - which Aaron was an awesome version of . Get it? Yes, Aaron, once removed of ring-bearing and bachelor party planning duties (the latter taken up by the Beck), came through swimmingly in his role as "guy who stands to Nyet's left and makes sure he doesn't bolt for Canada." AND he kept me drink in hand for the duration of the evening AND he delivered two excellent toasts, the first pictured below at Grinnell's and the second at the wedding reception proper where he roasted beck and me for waiting to get married until the year 2057. I'm laughing here b/c it was damn funny / sweet etc.:
So excellent job bro - we additionally spent the inter-event hours doing low-key stuff like playing disc golf at Ellison Park (review of ocurse on its way, don't fret) and getting his tux fitted / re-altered / picked up again. And there was the shwankest of shwank meals at Applebee's involved, and Aaron downed a goblet of fiery tomatoey goodness for the team.

Gracias, hermano.

Reelin' in the Years

Oh, good god y'all. Some may call him Jesse, others "El Guapo," others still "Menage." But I'm calling this as the pic of the wedding so far - here's to a sick performance on Air Guitar and another man who made the event something off the hook. The pic is by wedding photographer extraordinaire Chrissy Albright, but the shreddage is all Jesse:


He. Shook us All. Night. Long.

Trapped in Time... And I Don't Know What to Do...

He's just sittin' back here... sharing in the groove...

So, by far the train-wreck / story-generating fool of the weekend award goes to my friend and yours, Mike NTPB. After forgetting to get fitted for his tux (this worked out, obviously, see above), forgetting to reserve a room at the hotel (this worked out thanks to the foresight of the iPFam), forgetting that his flight was at 3:00 and not at four as his strange-perception-of-time brain had told him (this worked out because Mike leads a life that is decidedly Alyssa-less but nonetheless "Charmed"), Mike actually made it to the rehearsal not entirely too late. SWEET! So Mike knew exactly where to walk and all that on Saturday. Excellent. The wheels were briefly in motion for an incident-free weekend. Here's a pic of Mike beaming with excitement of the weekend to come... little did he know he would later be known by all of Beck and Nyet's relatives as the guy who "had a rough weekend," "has bad luck," "is questionably responsible for fate's misgivings" and/or "Pulled Off the Trifecta:"

That is, btw, the official casual shnazzy pose of the male side of the wedding, heretofore known as the "groom's party." Jamie, Beck's bro and superstud bassist of the GPGDSquad, was technically a bridesman and thus did not make the cut for this shot. But we'll throw him in here with superbride Beck...


Nice. Getting back to the story, we finished stuff up Sweet Briar and there was a grand debate as to how to get to Grinnell's, whose directions to follow, etc. Shockingly, there was a directional dispute between the Beck and the iPJ. Beck won... this time. Mike jumped in his rental mobile and took Aaron with him - which is a bit like the pres and VP both riding in Air Force One, so that was a dubious decision - but all went well. Mike even drove from all the way back to Rochester without receiving a ticket or even being pulled over. Nice work Gordo! The dinner itself was awesome - great food, fantastic to see the immediate fam and friends there. And I would be remiss if I did not mention that Mike delivered a quite nice and heartfelt toast at the rehearsal dinner. Here's a pic of Mike posing with my dad:


At this point, the term "ill-fated" had not been tossed around much. Notice the lack of blood on Mike's face or the front of his shirt - that's an important detail for later. So what, you ask, caused this evening to take a turn for the adventuresome?


So this pic is chronologically inaccurate AND contains an innocent bystander in iPMM. The real culprit is the otherwise infallible Liz, aka Zil, aka "Loser of the Grand Game of Good Idea / Bad Idea." Liz had to take her brother Jim home to Geneseo that evening, but she uttered the fateful words, "you guys should totally go check out Daisy Duke's and ride the mechanical bull." Exiting idea for an after-party, and yes, the bridal party et al acquiesced and decided it was high time we go out and groove. If you know me, of course, you know that I am a Level 19 Pansy when it comes to activity of adventure and risk, and so I was not really inclined to ride the mechanical bull. Lest I get any stupid ideas, Beck, too, was there to ensure that I took no steps toward the inorganic Tauran monstrosity. Who in the room would be brave/foolish enough to step into the groom's place and battle the Machine-o-taur?

Well, Aaron would be an obvious choice, he of the skydiving ventures. But slow on the draw was he. It was another Texan, another "brother" o' mine, who jumped on the synecdochal headless bull-bot. Well, technically not a "bull-bot," at least not in the traditional AI-sense. More of a bull puppet. Because as Zach can attest, there was a dude, a tattooed and fu-machued dude, at the controls of the bull. Mike was happily bounding around while Zach was conversing with the low budget equivalent of Cusack in Being John Malkovich - and apparently Zach asked the guy something about the controls, and the guy said "Yeah, I can throw him off any time I want." And with two wrist turns of knobs in Chaplinain fashion, the following ensued...


That was taken milliseconds before a mecha-buck back into Mike's face. Mike, as called by the controller, indeed went flying soon thereafter. And Mike came up clutching his face. Lots of things came to mind... broken jaw? Missing teeth? We all went flying to Mike's side, and luckily our party traveled with a vet and a couple of fresh-faced docs in tow. They quickly determined it was just a cut, albeit a deep one, right below the chin - a quick discussion of the relative curative properties of bar napkins ensued, and as the newly degreed ones debated the proper course of action, I caught Mike in this pose:


Blood, blood everywhere, nor DID THEY COMP HIS DRINK?!?!?! That's right, Mike at one point was seen digging though his wallet to pay for a craptastic beer to drown his bull-begotten sorrows. The big-haired and (according to Zach, in perhaps his fatal-to-the-schwerve move of the weekend, fake-breasted) bartender didn't even blink her fake-lashed eyes. The Bull-operator meanwhile regaled us with tales of his own laundry list of injuries suffered on the bull stool; we were not impressed. Eventually we figured out that Mike needed some stitches at the hospital, so kate, beck, Mike and I headed to Strong Memorial at approximately 1 am. Ah, the absurdity of starting the wedding weekend in the ER. Beck and I hung out til around 2, but awesome friend of the night award goes to Kate, who stayed up with poor Mike until 4:30 (The Tipsy K was still in D.C. at the time and probably got a better night's sleep for it). Here's a pic of Kate, Jill, Beck and me at the RD, again, unaware of the fun that lay ahead.


So Mike eventually got stitches - 10 of them - and headed home for the morning. This required Dan leaving keys at the chec-in counter for him, etc. - good times. But Mike's weekend wasn't done. After more mayhem on Friday night out at the Bishops, Mike got something in his eye under his contact... and developed an eye infection. Is there an ophthalmologist in the house? Oh, there is. How fortunate. Mike got an emergency visit from iPJ sometime Saturday morning and got some antibiotic drops. So this meant that Mike would be wearing glasses for the wedding and sporting a day and a half old goatee. I mean, dude, if you wanted to attend the wedding incognito, there were other options. But it was a solid entry for the record books.

And then Mike's plan entered phase 3 - spend a night in jail. After the wedding (mayhem will be posted soon enough), Mike got pulled over for speeding in the lovely town of Geneseo. In a breech of decency, the cop looked at Mike's tux and ASS-U-ME'D he's been drinking that night. So Mike NTPB ended his festivities Saturday night / Sunday morning by performing a sobriety test on an ill-lit Genesean road. Ill-lit, except for all of the cars of our friends who were headed to the lakehouse and saw Mike on the side of the road... d'oh.

But Mike apparently managed to breathe a .07 and everything worked out, with a fine being the only result. We saw Mike off at brunch the next morning, and presumably everything in his life has gone swimmingly since. Barrie seniors graduate, Miguel rolls on.

So in sum - thanks a ton for coming and being in the wedding, MNTPB. You spiced it up with some stories, but more importantly you were just here, an integral participant in life as I know it. Gracias, go Spurs, and thanks again for some SICK good times. ANd if I hear anything else in the next couple days, I am officially affording you Boy in the Bubble status. :)

A Forced Retraction, Forced by the Forceful Forceps of Ali-dom

Let's see if I can remember this...

I apparently erroneously reported that Ali's set of 24 people screaming their collective faces off at graduation were "borderline immature." What I MEANT to type was "completely appropriately enthusiastic for Ali's grand accomplishment. They represented the epitome of class and style as they whooped and hollered and otherwise drew attention to themselves in a boisterous manner. The fact that I am just now regaining hearing in my left ear is testament to their austere manner and worldly wisdom."

And now an honest retraction: I did not mean to imply by any means that Emily was not vibrant or beautiful. What I *said* was that she was less vibrant in real life than on TV, given that in real life she is not constantly overpuffed with makeup or frontlit with floor and overhead lamps. So relative to my in-brain images of her, which are all very *bright*, she merely looked like a normal human style version of beauty. Fear not, Alex-add-ra, your friend is indeed wicked hot and beautiful, etc., I would totally have hit on her except that 1, Beck was there which would have rendered it awkward, and 2, the real reason that she didn't seem that vibrant is that she was at the party for the Prettiest Girl of All-Time, who was only enhanced in beauty by her center-of-attention-ness.

I have no idea whether I am still allowed to write such things given my newly acquired matrimonial state. In fact, my left hand seems to be asdvrevberbEADFWECecsdcecwe dragging on the keyboard for some reason....

Confluence

Um... where does one even start with this?

Well, perhaps I'll begin by stating that whatever shows up here is going to be a shell of a shell of the event itself. At some point I'll sit down with all the pictures, videos (eek!) , transcripts and everything and turn beckandnate.com into a CRAZY piece of archiving. For now, I expect that many of the posts to come will feature here and there accounts, pictures, sentiments, and overall a whole lot of borderline tear-jerking, sap-laden effusings of just what a FANTASTIC, peak-of-life experience that our families and friends made our wedding.

Ben, he of Grinning fame, told us on a couple of occasions what a great feeling it was for him to be at his wedding and see people from all aspects of his life and realize that they were there for him and Ali. I, being the cynical nitwit that I am, never really fully bought into this idea, feeling that there would be plenty of meta-cultural analysis and over-cerebral thoughts of the lifehood of the wedding meme raging in my brain throughout the event. And I don't think I had quite the same feeling as Ben - I didn't really engage it on a level of how cool it was because they were all there - though it certainly was - but I found myself in utter admiration of the quality, the transcendentally excellent essence of the people that Beck and I have managed to surround ourselves with over the years. Every turn at the party put me face to face with a friend from a different walk, and each one was sending me into a tailspin of recollective shmarmy. Missouri cousins, former roommates, teammates, childhood friends, e-men, and all fo them awesome to a T (is for the T in...). Seriously, props to the Tufts "Hell's Angels" E-men, who definitely brought a dose of wacky to the party, but that only smacked faces with the still living and breathing Rice party that apparently can rage out at a moment's whiskey, er, notice. Really, really, wow.

So I wanted to get that gush out of the way; coming up will be a litany of pics and videos and accounts of a crazy, crazy couple of days that in no way could have been better. THANKS so much to everyone involved and everyone who made me full force forget what a depressed goof I can be; this was just an ecstatic experience of life-fullfilling itness.

And how.

Alipalooza

So, in the midst of Wedding Madness you'll get a little ditty and some pics of the Vet graduation weekend, now nearly two weeks past. Just pretend that you'ew on the frontier in the year 1874 and this would still be considered breaking news.

Before the Satruday account, here's a shot of the awesome foursome at the Dean's Award dinner on Friday night, taken with some strange manual setting on my camera and accordingly grainy:


So, we last left the story headed down to the Sprechers in Newton on the Saturday evening before the party. And a smash up event it WAS! I arrived just as Goldie, Ali's 93 (?) year old grandma was being helped up the steps. Ben was in host / managerial mode, and inside there was a whole shebang of Wolfs and Sprechers and people and friends and well we might as well get it out of the way... BONES! Ali's childhood best friend Emily Deschanel, star of Fox's TV show Bones (and costar of David Boreanaz, former Star of Angel and supercrush of the Beck) was in full effect and wearing heels that made her ridiculously tall. As I search through my camera here, though, I realize I got NO pictures of her! I'm the worst blogarazzi-er ever! I stink. Here's a stock headshot type thing...


So Emily turned out to be very sweet and down to earth / low key; she just hung out with the poeple and still managed to crack jokes about her celebrity status. Very pretty, obviously, but I must say that I think celebrities in the flesh always seem like their hues have been dampened, and it was definitely true with her. She just looked less vibrant than her TV self, and it is quite a strange experience hanging out with a stranger but constantly feeling like you know her very well because of the facial familiarity factor. And all told, I probably said three words to her all night. All of this is leading me to believe that perhaps Alyssa / Winona and I were never meant to be; I would have been too weirded out all the time. But Emily was very cool, and I even got a tres chic goodbye hug. I may never wash the spot that she patted on my back again.

So the non-celebrity portion of the party was fun; lots of wandering and talking to people who looked remarkably like Ben. I also re-met Ben's lifelong friend and business partner whose name I am comletely blanking on at the moment, but he and his wife are very comfortable and pleasant peeps. At one point Ali's mom gave me a hug hello and knocked my diet coke out of my hand; it was the first time in a while that I dropped a drink and it wasn't completely my fault. Self-five! Fun times meandering about the family clans and then hanging out with the iPFam for dinner. Before the cake and such there was a grand series of very touching toasts for Ali - they were all very heartfelt and it served as a nice, tight encapsulated reminder of how much ALi and the Beck have accomplished in getting all of this way - Ali had the additonal tear-jerking factor of both her grandmas being present, and one of them Goldie had some health problems recently but had stayed very motivated to see Ali graduate. They both gave very nice speeches, and Ali's dad regaled us with a story of a time when Ali's pet fish died, he had to break the news to her and she replied "For me?"

So the dinner party was fun, and Saturday we headed out for a brunch (and what turned out to be our last brunch) at the South Street Diner in Westboro with BenAliMaPaSearlMeghan and Ali's brother Jon who was a relly great guy who reminded me of a hyperkinetic version of WIlliam H Macy, though un-ugly. Quite dapper actually. A verital PBoat. Which does not mean "Patrol Boat," you crazy Battleship players. ANyways, fun French Toasty brunch full of talk about medical technology and data collection and the trap of human narrative as a construct for understanding. Hi YA! We ended up and headed back to get dressed for the graduation festivities.

Graduation itself was... well, a graduation. Ali's 24 definitely won the loudest / borderline immature explosive applause for a grad school event. Rainy day interrupted by an hour of sunshine which directly coincided with the grad event itself. Really nice, beaming people, all proud of their relatives. The dean, a Rice grad, did a great job running the show. Sarah's speech (featured in a separate post on this very blog) was fantastic. ALl in all, a nice event. ANd now, pictures:

The only pic I got of Emily, and entirely accidentally when i was trying to catch Sarah walking down the grad aisle.


Beck the happy grad and Nyet and iPFam. We noted last night that the excuse "you'll have to call a real doctor" is no longer valid.

YAY VETS!

Followed by a nice reception complete with whispers of "Is that Bones?" and a thunderstorm. We headed over to Scoops & Swirls for our record 27th cotton candy ice cream in the past two weeks. And then on to the Sole Propeitor for a NICE dinner.

Fun weekend all told. I'm losing energy on the recall and the next week was not all that exciting anyways, so I will leave that in outline form in the previous post.

ALright then. Wedding updates to come. Hella exciting. yeah.

Sarah's Speech

Several days after the fact - just call me Fleetwood Mac, for this is my Second Hand News - here is Sarah's Graduation speech. It was, very easily, one of the best speeches I've heard. The opening "Thanks Guys..." was delivered with pitch perfect sarcasm. Without further ado:

Sarah Courchesne's Tufts Veterinary School Graduation Speech
5.20.2007
(Four days post partum)

Good afternoon and welcome to everyone. And to my classmates: under alternate circumstances I would say, “Thank you for bestowing upon me the honor of being your student speaker.”

However, considering that you are an intelligent group capable of making basic calculations such as “May 20th is 2 days before May 22nd, which is Sarah’s due date,” I suspect that my presence at this podium is based less on any fondness or admiration for me, and more on your collective, demented wish that an obstetric melodrama might unfold on this stage, thereby injecting a bit of excitement into your commencement experience. Fortunately for me, I dodged that bullet by a few days.

I pondered what it says about you that, fully aware that I would be:

a) sluggish and slow-witted in late gestation, or

b) delirious and addled by lack of sleep with a newborn in the house,

you nonetheless chose me to crystallize the experience of a veterinary medical education. Ultimately, I think either condition is a fitting allegory for the past four years, so I have tried to forgive you for installing me up here.

Mercifully, I have been instructed to limit my remarks to five minutes. I have also been instructed to keep my remarks in good taste, which is a considerably greater challenge. So, casting my mind back to graduations past, I tried to come up with traditional student-speaker themes that I could safely navigate within the bounds of good taste.

There is, of course, the familiar “graduation by the numbers,” where the student recites a litany of numeric figures meant to signify the previous four years. Something along the lines of “we have spent forty five hundred thousand hours in lecture, taken six thousand seventy three exams” and so on. But when I attempted to make a similar list based on my experience at Tufts, it was considerably less impressive. I have accumulated: one profoundly neurotic and maladjusted teaching beagle, eight thousand two hundred three emails from Barbara Berman, two needlepoint Christmas stockings and three embroidered throw pillows I constructed during the endless lectures of third year, and one deep-seated, visceral, norepinephrine-mediated reaction to the sound of a pager’s beeping. So, I determined that I should not pursue “graduation by the numbers,” and continued my search for a theme to these remarks.

I considered the time-honored “graduation by the book” tradition, where the student chooses a few lofty abstractions that encapsulate the four years and reads their definitions. For instance, “Perseverance: Webster’s dictionary defines perseverance as…” and so on. But when I attempted to choose a few words that might evoke for you the whole of our four years here, I kept coming back to terms like “obtunded,” “mucopurulent,” and, to reminisce back to first year, “tamponade” which, to our universally adolescent glee, Saunder’s Comprehensive Veterinary Dictionary defines as “the surgical use of a tampon.” So, clearly, I elected not to pursue the “graduation by the book” theme.

I also looked into the wealth of pre-packaged graduation speeches available on-line. One site looked promising; a set of three speeches appropriate for a medical school commencement, recently marked down to $19.97. The product description reads:

“This set of speeches express your gratitude if, as a medical graduate / student, you are speaking at your graduation ceremony. They express thanks for the help and support you have received from the college staff and from families. They mention the friendships you have made while studying. They touch on treasured memories, and they ponder on the future careers of those present and end with a good luck wish to fellow graduates. The light hearted yet sincere poems add an unusual finishing touch to the speeches.”

My hopes soared as I read this, and I was particularly eager to find out what specific treasured memories would be included with my purchase were I able to find a product tailored to our profession. But I scrolled in vain through the list of available packages; apparently, the veterinary commencement market is insufficient to support the online speech-writing industry, so once again I found myself without a theme to my remarks.

By this point I found I had nearly exhausted my allotted time and had not actually said anything of substance. Since the traditional routes for student speakers had proven ill-suited to me, I accepted that ending my remarks with trite declarations of friendship and community would be similarly out of character. I also refuse to enlist any tragically well-worn and much abused quotations by either Frost or Shakespeare to define the day.

I can’t conclude with soaring praise and the conviction that we will all go forth and accomplish great things as veterinarians because I stand before you as proof that this is not so (not for the time being anyway). I have neither sought nor secured employment in our new profession and so am unlikely to achieve anything veterinary related in the foreseeable future. And while many of you may describe your new jobs and internships this way, I am literally working for someone who screams incoherently whenever he wants something, expects me to be on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week with no financial compensation and who doesn’t even know my name.

So, I am clearly not qualified to offer advice on your new careers, and I don’t presume to know what the past four years have meant to each of you, or where on the spectrum from abject misery to exultant bliss your veterinary education has fallen. But there is one thing I suspect may be true of all of us today: the word “doctor” rattling self-consciously around in our heads. After a while, it’s expected that we will all grow accustomed to this new prefix and come to take it for granted. Since I will be at home experiencing the practice of veterinary medicine only vicariously, I urge you not to become complacent, but to work hard not only to make me look good by association, but to prove yourselves deserving of this new title and this remarkable new profession. I have a feeling you will.

Good luck to you all and congratulations.

Struggle (no) More

huah!!!!!!!!!!
*teriak dulu
akhirnya kmarin berakhir juga
final hari terakhir plus udah demisioner jadi pengurus himpunan
secara lpj sudah dipertanggungjahatkan
setelah deja vu beberapa hari
bolak-balik pintu 1 - sospol,
bolak balik lab kompie - lab audiovisual,
bolak balik perpustakaan - sospol,
bolak balik akademik - jurusan - p2kkn,
makan cuma 2 kali sehari
tidur cuma 4 jam...
akhirnya!!!
semua selesai juga,,,
mau hibernasi lagi...
mau kopdaran lagi...
mau ketawa lagi...
mau bicara normal lagi (tidak pake urat dengan tidak pake toa)...

tapi itu cuma ilusi...
senin depan...
bolak-balik bank-akademik-p2kkn bwat registrasi kkn
rabu depan...
bolak-balik pkp-sospol bwat pembekalan kkn
jumat depan...
bolak-balik bni pintu 2-sospol bwat ngecek pin atm ku
senin depannya lagi...
berangkat maka' kkn...
huaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
*teriak lagi
i need a room to breathe...