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I hate it when I catch myself measuring my life in time spent waiting. 27 days until I move back in for training. 648 hours. 38,880 minutes. 2,332,800 seconds. I feel like I'm standing in line at an amusement park, moving slowly toward through a line with signs beside it proclaiming "there is a wait of ___ minutes from this point". It's actually kind of nauseating.
Of this I'm certain-- I'll not return to Columbia next summer.
Of this I'm certain-- I'll not return to Columbia next summer.