Last Day — reflecting on the positive and ugly of code school

This post was written on May 20, 2016. I found it in drafts and decided it belongs out on the web.

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I know I should be out partying. Really, it’s time for revelry and nostalgia. However, all I wanted was it to be over this entire time. I didn’t enjoy my time at Hack Reactor. Instead of relief, I fear for the job hunt.

Yesterday, I moved apartments in a thunderstorm. On a tiny scooter. Which was part stupid, part hilarious, but mostly beautiful as the sky lit up with purple flashes of lightening. Sloping streets flooded, and most of my clothes were soaked, even with the Frogg Toggs. But all and all, I knew it was another story in this too shall pass, I told myself shivering through half the day as my clothes tried to dry. Second to last day, check!

The new place has a leak in the roof, in my room. New sounds, creaks and people shouting outside. Somewhat like home, but more humidity. I slept quickly from physical and mental exhaustion.

This morning I was greasy haired, bone tired, and squeezing the last of the adrenal gland with gulps of bitter coffee just to make it to the last day of school. We were treated to the hotel buffet downstairs. Which was fantastic, as I’d never allowed myself that satisfaction since I’ve been on the soup and oatmeal diet from my budget. But hey, I lost 15 lbs. There was fresh fruit, cut into diamond quadrilaterals, tiny fancy muffins, a monumentus pile of ready to eat bacon…