All Good Things.

I miss school. Not necessarily the whole going to class part. But mostly the hanging out with people part. The community. The stupid conversations. The umbrella attacks. The long lunches. The slow walks to the dorms. The trips to swirl. The cheesy but catchy songs. The late night lobby talks. The LOST marathons. The simultaneous echoing laughter down the halls from everyone watching the same show at the same time. The worship in chapel. The texting game. The face I make when I do that. The constant avoidance of homework. The way I walk behind Liz all the time. The danger in opening a window. The double-cupping. The late night breakfasts. The fountain over flowing with bubbles. The cheering heard out the window coming from the water polo games. The random concerts on the slab. The youtube video sharing. The late night beach trips. The many firsts. The many lasts. The borrowing of everyones clothes. The surprising return of a movie you forgot you loaned to someone. The peeing in roommates beds (...uhh.) The plant abductions. The little notes I would find in my box. The hugs I would get on the way to the Caf. The way the third floor lobby had the best chairs. The way no one was quiet in the library. The unfortunate chair-breaking's. The hair cutting in the laundry room. The way everyone always went in Liz's room to steal candy. The office quotes. The weird noises Evan would make. The visits to Male Choral's practices. The way we would all see movies together and take up a whole row of seats. The rambunctiousness in target. The puzzles we would never finish. The weekends that were way too short. The most stressful but amazing year of my life. so far.