not graduating exactly

I'm moving out of my boarding school dorm room, all these years later-- all the other students are gone for summer break, and I'm scrambling to find enough boxes for all the accumulation of so many years-- the boxes I had once seem to be long gone. what I'm doing living there still is a question never really answered or even properly addressed, but there's a strong sense that I'm there long beyond my rightful time, something of an embarassment to the current students-- and to myself, of course. so my moving our over break is a courtesy for everyone's benefit. the ex-best-friend is around, voice on the answering maching or cell voicemail, somewhat at the edge of things, lurking.