Everyone is punch drunk on how soon we're out of here. Tomorrow is my last lecture ever, I'm wearing a tshirt that says "I want to be inside you" that has a giant picture of a hamburger that came in the mail. I have two exams and most of a paper to deal with. Zen, bitches.
It's full circle because a bunch of first year students I don't know are sitting ten feet away from me, discussing final exam preparation. The way they're talking about it, that was me, that was us, three years ago. I don't think they recognize me. Then again, I'm not sure I'd recognize me from there either.
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