an adieu.
Tonight is my last night as a university student.
I will miss the almost-daily dinner gatherings, cooking and eating and laughing and talking the most ridiculous nonsense.
The sometimes bawdy, sometimes witty, sometimes incredibly lame jokes.
The texts that read, "Dinner tonight?" "Coming to pick u up now." "Want bubble tea?" "Movie?" "Study at Lockwood later?"
The student association gatherings that come along with tons and tons of food.
The bland lunches at the school's food outlets.
The French Vanilla cappuccinos and apple fritters.
The endless bitching about schoolwork and classmates and professors (but getting everything done anyway).
The weekend road trips to Toronto for dim sum and karaoke.
The entourage of cars converging at the bubble tea cafe.
The hot chocolates during study sessions.
The partying and getting high and laughing for no reason at all.
The silly drinking games where we reveal our innermost secrets (but not the inner-innermost).
The long Facebook comment exchanges over statuses and photos.
The trips to New York City.
The camwhoring.
The impulse outings.
The late night mahjong and card games.
The stumbling home at 3am and sleeping till noon the next day.
Despite some hitches, it has been a good time.
And after tomorrow, another chapter of life begins.
I will miss the almost-daily dinner gatherings, cooking and eating and laughing and talking the most ridiculous nonsense.
The sometimes bawdy, sometimes witty, sometimes incredibly lame jokes.
The texts that read, "Dinner tonight?" "Coming to pick u up now." "Want bubble tea?" "Movie?" "Study at Lockwood later?"
The student association gatherings that come along with tons and tons of food.
The bland lunches at the school's food outlets.
The French Vanilla cappuccinos and apple fritters.
The endless bitching about schoolwork and classmates and professors (but getting everything done anyway).
The weekend road trips to Toronto for dim sum and karaoke.
The entourage of cars converging at the bubble tea cafe.
The hot chocolates during study sessions.
The partying and getting high and laughing for no reason at all.
The silly drinking games where we reveal our innermost secrets (but not the inner-innermost).
The long Facebook comment exchanges over statuses and photos.
The trips to New York City.
The camwhoring.
The impulse outings.
The late night mahjong and card games.
The stumbling home at 3am and sleeping till noon the next day.
Despite some hitches, it has been a good time.
And after tomorrow, another chapter of life begins.