Last moments that last
I had a Last Moment this week.
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I had a Last Moment this week.
One of the most fear-inducing phrases in the collegiate English language is “midterm season.”
I may not be a morning person, but Wednesday morning’s blood moon was pretty cool.
As a thoroughbred Northeasterner, I am well acquainted with the seasons. I have learned to recognize and welcome these quarterly changes not only through the shifts in temperature, but also through societal signifiers — the presence of heavy coats around Grounds, the changing colors of storefronts and interior decorations and advertisers’ reminders that customers should update their seasonal wardrobes appropriately. More importantly, however, I have also learned that the seasons have personalities.
New York may be far from Virginia, but it’s not “13 hours” far.
Last Friday, my street corner went up in flames and down in infamy.
Sometimes we say meaningless things.
Sometimes, I stop and think, “Wow, I’m in college.”
A few of the more memorable things I’ve received in my life include a sportsmanship award, my U.Va. acceptance letter and an email which began, “Dear Professor Trezza.”
“Name, year, major, hometown … oh, and what’s the most datable building on Grounds?”
Rest in peace, small forest.
Girl runs. Girl falls in mud. Boy witnesses fall. Boy helps girl. Boy offers Band-Aid. Girl blushes. Boy makes jokes. Boy says girl should run track. Girl replies, “Thanks, but it looks like mud wrestling is more my thing.”
Since when have our parents been people?
I wasn’t having an academical day.
My two years at the University of Virginia have proven some of the best memories are made in the presence of a toilet.