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.)
