Back story: I had a room mate in college who actually dropped out after finishing our Sophomore year. She was a very close friend to me, even though we only knew each other about three years or so. During this time was right before every person and their mom owned a digital camera as a staple-electronic; we still bought film and had it developed at a Rite Aid whenever we needed to take photos. Turns out I didn't have many photos of my room mate (and any photos that I did have of her, might have been lost when I moved over 7 different times, the last being across the whole country). It's a strange feeling not to have a picture of someone you remember so many things about. The way their voice sounds, the way they walk, their gestures, and so on.
I felt nostalgic today, reminiscing about our last day as Freshmen. We'd trashed a ton of godawful art projects (because it was Foundation Year and what the heck will you do with the rest of that Color Aid?). We had just packed up all of our belongings, and cleaned the entire apartment when I discovered an entire box of instant oatmeal packets my mother had sent me many months prior. Please realize we were starving (and not just that precise moment, either - art students), but had packed up every dish and utensil in our boxes and which were now far from easy reach. The only things we were able to retrieve were giant wooden cooking spoons and mugs that our other room mate had made for us.
We sat out in the Freshmen Commons grounds, on a picnic table that someone had pulled onto the grass and ate our oatmeal while reflecting on the entire year. I distinctly remember I couldn't stop laughing. It was a really wonderful time!
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