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The air around Campus is this wierd blend of relaxed and frentic. It's sort of...pregnant with the usual blend that makes up finals week and it feels strange this year. ...It's just occured to me I won't be coming back, you see and that when I leave Thursday night...I leave for GOOD with the exception of the Master's Exam this August but still...
It's...weird. I've spent all week so far going over things in my head like "This is the last lunch I will ever eat in the student center," "This is the last time I will ever walk by the lake" "This is the last time I will trip over that patch of rough cement."
Maybe I'm losing it somehow. I spent five of the worst years, and then the two best years of my life here in this place and either way, it's sort of made me who I am, nearly as much as Camelot has, though in very, very different ways.
And Pray Harold? I'm going to miss you most of all...
It's...weird. I've spent all week so far going over things in my head like "This is the last lunch I will ever eat in the student center," "This is the last time I will ever walk by the lake" "This is the last time I will trip over that patch of rough cement."
Maybe I'm losing it somehow. I spent five of the worst years, and then the two best years of my life here in this place and either way, it's sort of made me who I am, nearly as much as Camelot has, though in very, very different ways.
And Pray Harold? I'm going to miss you most of all...