An era is over

This is not my 90 days entry. I am cool enough to separate my God-life from my real-life. ::Struck dead:: No, I just feel like I need to be able to share every aspect of my life.

So today is the last day of the semester for the classes I take notes for. What started as "gas money" in the Fall of 2007 has replaced selling dope on the corner (as if), and today, it is complete. I have mixed feelings for this. It is, after all, my job and my livelihood and I will no doubt grieve not collecting its paycheck. However, it has become mundane and, lets be honest, who likes going to class MORE?

This job had its advantages and disadvantages, like everything in life. It was pretty care free and I was able to call my own shots, but I got taken to the cleaners this April 15th because of my "contractor" status. Also, the office got to be a hassle to deal with. I did learn lots though. I learned more than my share about political science and history. And I learned the trials of running your own business (sort of) and being completely responsible for yourself. For example, I learned it is better to send your notes in before you go to the Fox and Hound on Thursday, because at 1 AM on Thursday night, you don't want to be editing class notes.

I also felt (partially) responsible for the education of tomorrow's youth. Hehe.

Today is my swan song of note taking. I will no longer be making humorous announcements, such as "My name is Patrick and I'm the Notes N Quotes guy. I sit in the back of the class and take notes on my laptop. So if you miss class because you broke up with your boyfriend or your flirting with the guy next to you so he'll be your boyfriend, we have the notes!"

My favorite professor I have ever taken notes for was Dr. Carney. This guy was a stud. There is no doubt that he has made one of (if not) the largest impression on my collegiate career (I also had him for two history classes, without a paycheck).