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So that's it, it's 12 after 5. My last Sunday working at the school. I've got the place all to myself here, and it's all quiet except for the air conditioning unit and my iTunes playing the Gorillaz low in the background.

Now that I've gotten rid of everyone here I can focus, and maybe even get my own portfolio finished. My website for class is finished and ready to go tomorrow, eventually I'll be throwing it up online.

Trying to make plans for the week, putting everything into perspective and trying to get everything organized for the last dash towards the finish line.

While I''m walking through the place, I think of all the memories here, all the screwed up stuff that happened, all the good moments, all the bad moments. My first night here, and soon, my last night here.

I'm going to miss the weekends that I started at 8 A.M. and worked all the way through til 7, but kicked everyone else out at 5, so I could concentrate without the endless barrage of questions, requests and favors.

It's been a long strange trip.

And by the way, if anyone ever asks you to model for them, make sure you know what you are getting into, otherwise you could wind up being stripped half naked and chained to a stairwell while someone takes pictures, and other people walk around you in the background...

I wish someone had told me that.