So I'm done with all my classes, in terms of having to get up and go to class at scheduled times, but this doesn't mean jack shit, I am busy. If I had any sense I would just hole up in the library and not reemerge until everything is DONE. I probably won't, though, because in addition to tons of work, I finally have a substantial group of good solid awesome friends and once I go home it's probably goodbye until August.
There's a little playground on the corner of Downing and Florence behind Johnson Hall. It's the ghettoest, sketchiest playground I've seen in a long time. If Castle Park back home is being taken down, there is no way in Hell this playground should still be there. The bolts on one of the seats on one of the see-saws are coming out, and when you sit on it it slowly begins to twist over sideways.
But it's a playground, and being the regressive small children that we are, we couldn't walk past it yesterday coming back from the Traina Center without going "Playground!" and rushing the see-saws. Trying to fit three, four, sometimes five college students onto a see-saw built for two children is quite an interesting trick. Making Jon fly was also an interesting trick: Jon stands on one end of the see-saw; five or six of us simultaneously push down on the other end and Jon goes ten, twelve feet into the air. Lands on his feet. I'm the lightest so somebody suggests seeing if they can't launch me across the street and in through Tony's window, but this idea is discarded. Instead, various attempts to see if Josh can ride on both see-saws at once. Mostly successful. Due to the skirt I am wearing, my own adventures on the see-saw reveal that I do, in fact, have a left leg (scandalous). Liz is up on one of the see-saws when she suddenly exclaims "My vagina's vibrating!" and scrambles off to answer her cell phone. It's Tony, waving at us from his window, and our regression party grows by one member, although he spends most of it in a tree with other people unlacing his shoes. I spend most of it trying to scratch James, who pokes fun at me for having various body parts. In a beautiful moment of schadenfreude (the initial development of which I missed but which Keen takes credit for orchestrating) Rachel ends up upside down on the up end of a see-saw, with Josh sitting on the down end (and Tony gripping his shoulders to prevent him getting up, staunchly insisting that this is somehow good for Rachel). James insists he can give me and Liz piggyback rides at the same time. Liz jumps on James' back and Josh jumps on Liz'. Ally and I swing. Keen pushes. And randomly molests people. Despite a longstanding Madison tradition of "swingizing" I can't remember the last time I had this much fun on a playground.
I don't want to do work and I don't want to go home. There are few things in life I value more than really good friends, and time holed up in the library writing papers is not one of them.
Oh, well.