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My second to last year at Hampshire is coming to an end. After tomorrow morning, I'll be done with half my classes, and then I'll have a week to finish the other two finals.
This has been an interesting year, to say the least. Tough classes, good papers, a couple new friends. I'll miss Emma and Jorie and Hunter, and especially Sam, as she's taking next semester off. But I think, without question, I'm going to miss Scott more than anyone. And this isn't because of our former romantic relationship. Scott became the one person on campus who would drop is shit and go on a walk with me whenever I was stressed or needed to vent. And I was the one person on campus who would do the same for him. We talked, procrastinated, drove to bookstores and diners, stayed up till 4am, accidentally got drunk together all the time.
The fact that we transitioned from being romantically/physically involved to being such good friends so seamlessly is telling of how this friendship was (and excuse the really terrible cheesy cliche) meant to be. Scott is the friend I've been wanting so badly, but had yet to find in college.
He'll visit me in August when he gets back from Hungary. And if he's not back next semester, it's gonna be a rough year.
But soon enough I'll be back in Salem, working at the Ferry for yet another Summer. Sure, most of my friends have internships, are going abroad, etc, etc, etc... but I'll be gud. I'll have Eric, Kim, Bianca, Timm, Erin, Angie... It'll be a gud Summer. Here's hopin'.
This has been an interesting year, to say the least. Tough classes, good papers, a couple new friends. I'll miss Emma and Jorie and Hunter, and especially Sam, as she's taking next semester off. But I think, without question, I'm going to miss Scott more than anyone. And this isn't because of our former romantic relationship. Scott became the one person on campus who would drop is shit and go on a walk with me whenever I was stressed or needed to vent. And I was the one person on campus who would do the same for him. We talked, procrastinated, drove to bookstores and diners, stayed up till 4am, accidentally got drunk together all the time.
The fact that we transitioned from being romantically/physically involved to being such good friends so seamlessly is telling of how this friendship was (and excuse the really terrible cheesy cliche) meant to be. Scott is the friend I've been wanting so badly, but had yet to find in college.
He'll visit me in August when he gets back from Hungary. And if he's not back next semester, it's gonna be a rough year.
But soon enough I'll be back in Salem, working at the Ferry for yet another Summer. Sure, most of my friends have internships, are going abroad, etc, etc, etc... but I'll be gud. I'll have Eric, Kim, Bianca, Timm, Erin, Angie... It'll be a gud Summer. Here's hopin'.