It was the last slot possible. We’re given two and a half hours but I only took an hour to foolishly think that I could grab food before the campus closed. I grabbed a close friend and we got food off campus then watched Nanbaka as we waited for her parents to move her out.
As I was walking down the main path, I was struck by the idea that I should be feeling something. The anxiety of finality? The stress of the world about to crush me? Hunger? But the sun was covered by beautiful storm clouds, I was with a wonderful person, and food was close at hand. Big emotions seem to strike me when I least expect it. So perhaps when I lay down to sleep, or when I’m waiting at 8:00am to walk across the stage.
What am I going to do with this blog?
Sara Francis 