Entities in space and time
Even though I have an exciting summer to look forward to, packing up all of the things in my room seems to invoke nostalgia and sentimentality in my mind. During second semester my room was a happy place--papers were written and pizza was eaten among the Diet Cokes and tacky carpets. The lounges were lively at 2 A.M. and became gradually sleepier as the night wore on. The ECE suite was comfortable with its Japanese décor and overflowing with tea leaves at all times.
I'll be seeing all of my classmates next year--with the exception of the seniors--so for the most part, it isn't the people that I'll miss from this semester. The only things that dissolve at the end of this year are the entities that existed for this year and this year only: George down the hall from me, foam and butcher paper covering the walls of 2E, the familiar extraneous crap that once covered the lounges. I still remember the WHS academic awards ceremony in the 10th grade, where Gordon said something along the lines of "As hard as we try, this collection of people, this exact collection of individuals here in this auditorium will never happen again." I believe that I will look back fondly upon the instance of time that was freshman year--the memory made fonder by the knowledge that it cannot happen again.
I'll be seeing all of my classmates next year--with the exception of the seniors--so for the most part, it isn't the people that I'll miss from this semester. The only things that dissolve at the end of this year are the entities that existed for this year and this year only: George down the hall from me, foam and butcher paper covering the walls of 2E, the familiar extraneous crap that once covered the lounges. I still remember the WHS academic awards ceremony in the 10th grade, where Gordon said something along the lines of "As hard as we try, this collection of people, this exact collection of individuals here in this auditorium will never happen again." I believe that I will look back fondly upon the instance of time that was freshman year--the memory made fonder by the knowledge that it cannot happen again.