Tis Finished

The end has come. No more shall I meet with the one called Amber, for our time is finished. So let me regale you with a tale of our final meeting.

It was nothing special.  In fact, it was a rather bland, normal event.  The obvious topics for conversation were the holidays fast approaching.  For Thanksgiving she, unfortunately, does not get to go home.  Instead she shall be making her own feast with supplies from our local Kroger, a happy, jolly place.  However it simply increases her excitement for Christmas, which she is really looking forward to because then she’ll be back in China and won’t have to speak English anymore.  And we all know how big of a pain English is.

English and Christmas and Thanksgiving aside, we also talked about the looming finals and what pains those are too.  We’re both worried about the tests that have no method of practice for them except to read the material over and over.  Those are both the most boring to study for and the hardest, a deadly combination if there ever was one. 

Once we got off those mainstream topics we delved into deeper and more important things.  Like seeing people you know around campus.  Especially when you see them but they don’t see you.  Then you can stare at them creepily and freak everybody around you out.  After a few seconds of the creepy stare you go up behind them quietly and stand behind them, just staring.  When they finally turn around, that’s when it’s really hilarious.

Of course, I don’t do that.  Other people do.  Not me.  I would never.

Moving on, we went into even deeper discussions.   Like, erm, the value of skimmed milk over 2%?  Well, okay, maybe we didn’t talk about that, but we did touch upon cowboys!  Turns out she’s taking a field trip to one of the Fort Worth tourism spots.  I have no idea which one because I know about as much as she does when it comes to what’s around here outside of campus.  Once she takes the field trip though, she’ll probably know more than me.  Ah well, such is life. 

I have no idea why I said that.  Somehow it seemed appropriate.

Anyhow, let’s move on to the final farewell.  It was a deeply moving event.  With many tears shed, it was drawn out far longer than necessary.  Amber couldn’t let go, couldn’t move on with her life. I told it her it wasn’t her, it was me, but she didn’t know how to cope with life here without me.  When I told her we could stay in touch and still be friends, she slapped me and walked away.

The above paragraph is the dramatized version.  In reality we said goodbye, gave each other an awkwardish hug, and went our separate ways.  The dramatized version was so much more interesting.

All in all, I quite enjoyed my time with Amber.  It made me broaden my horizons past what I knew and was familiar with into the great unknown of China.  And I actually learned a good amount therein.

So yup, cool experience.  Thank you and goodnight.