Escape

This is the last time that I'll sit at a Melville desk. I've just had the last thing I'll ever eat from Melville - a pancake - while sitting at the table where the breakfast group used to gather in my first year. It brought a nice sense of symmetry to the whole thing.

And in but half an hour I'll be free of hall food, fire alarms, and oppressive regimes. Finally free! Melodramatic? Never.

(This is also the first time in an entire year that I've managed an entire week of LJ entries - the exams must have got to me much more than I thought.)

The Final Insult

I'm out of hall forever, but I couldn't go away without leaving some sort of legacy, could I? And that legacy was left on the noticeboard, amongst the sports posters in the hope that that would prevent anyone from taking it down too quickly. (I do hope that that hasn't happened already.)

And to top it all off...

Look at the top of this page! (Or, if you're reading this livejournal after it's just been dug up from a time capsule, #135 on that page.)