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14 April 2009

here we were, four different people, four different experiences, yet together forging deeper relationships because of this one thing we had in common. We got lost in hours of conversation. no ipod, just talking. laughing. agreeing. disagreeing. and this is what I miss. getting to know new people. old people. learning a new perspective. re-evaluating my current stance. justifying my opinion. relating to others. agreeing to disagree. that's what I learned in my four years and it pained me that 10 May 08 brought the end of that as I had always been cognizant of the fact that I only had four years to make the most of the experience. that on 11 May there'd be no more disturbing the peace in Perkins. spending a week in Dillo. there'd be no more black bench. and no more 5am in the BSA office.

I went to bed at 2:30am tonight. there was wine. conversation. a visit from Rudy. explaining Prep. hopes and dreams. Paris. art. the Olsens. I left work at 8 with the intention of being in bed by 9 to make up for the lack of sleep of the previous night. and though it's another night of less than sufficient sleep, I feel hopeful that there is, indeed, life after Duke.