Because 2:40
a.m. the morning of a final is the only time to blog.
COME AT ME,
LOGIC.
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I’m leaving in
four days.
I won’t be back
for a year.
The reality will
not sink in until I am halfway home on the highway. Maybe not until July. Or
August. Whenever it comes, I’ll break.
I’m starting to
pack up my room, discard old papers, clear out dusty corners, pile clothes into
boxes.
Where has my
sophomore year gone?
Time feels like
a skipping stone. I remember moments when the year smacked against the water.
The rest of it—air.
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