I know you guys have been staring at the same list forever, but I'm going to hit you with another little list.
When I leave this place, I'll miss...
... being serenaded by Enrique: the Italian version in the courtyard.
... Dave's goofy hat(s).
... seeing the same person four times a day and having it be a pleasant surprise everytime.
... knowing, by name, 50% of the people in my classes.
... interrupting everyone else's lives because my friends and I are obnoxiously loud and, well, we really don't care.
... visiting the women's centre and feeling like there will always be someone there who will make me feel passionate and reassure me that I am not dumb, the male institution is. (Yes! Blame it on the institution.)
... free dinners from the many groups I volunteer with.
... sitting with a good CD and a good book under the tree outside the Aird.
... being interrupted at least twice while I'm sitting with my good CD and good book under the tree outside the Aird.
... the daily thrill of knowing that every day I step on to campus I may meet someone new who makes me smile.
... all you frightening intellects with feirce grins and rapier wits. (Why don't I have a rapier? That's a very pirate thing to have. I must procure myself a rapier, post-haste.)
... my dates with the women I love, whether they be Valentine's day three course meals, dancing at Phil's or just a Spinster's Night Out (which will not end after graduation. Spinster's Forever!)
I'm sorry if you found that exceedingly sappy. If you did, eat shit. The acrid taste matches your bitter heart. The closer I get to the end, the more I realize that I am happy here. Yeah, I want to be done classes, but I built a life for myself that will be missed when I go, or you go, whoever goes first.
(By the way, if you are happy to see an update, thank Greg Smith and Regan. They hooked me up. If you are not happy to see an update, you may do as the "Well, that was sappy" shit eaters and munch the bum pancakes.)
When I leave this place, I'll miss...
... being serenaded by Enrique: the Italian version in the courtyard.
... Dave's goofy hat(s).
... seeing the same person four times a day and having it be a pleasant surprise everytime.
... knowing, by name, 50% of the people in my classes.
... interrupting everyone else's lives because my friends and I are obnoxiously loud and, well, we really don't care.
... visiting the women's centre and feeling like there will always be someone there who will make me feel passionate and reassure me that I am not dumb, the male institution is. (Yes! Blame it on the institution.)
... free dinners from the many groups I volunteer with.
... sitting with a good CD and a good book under the tree outside the Aird.
... being interrupted at least twice while I'm sitting with my good CD and good book under the tree outside the Aird.
... the daily thrill of knowing that every day I step on to campus I may meet someone new who makes me smile.
... all you frightening intellects with feirce grins and rapier wits. (Why don't I have a rapier? That's a very pirate thing to have. I must procure myself a rapier, post-haste.)
... my dates with the women I love, whether they be Valentine's day three course meals, dancing at Phil's or just a Spinster's Night Out (which will not end after graduation. Spinster's Forever!)
I'm sorry if you found that exceedingly sappy. If you did, eat shit. The acrid taste matches your bitter heart. The closer I get to the end, the more I realize that I am happy here. Yeah, I want to be done classes, but I built a life for myself that will be missed when I go, or you go, whoever goes first.
(By the way, if you are happy to see an update, thank Greg Smith and Regan. They hooked me up. If you are not happy to see an update, you may do as the "Well, that was sappy" shit eaters and munch the bum pancakes.)
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