As the semester draws to a close, you’re the last one in your dorm, the only shower caddy left on the shelf. The final finals have finished, you haven’t done laundry in a week, and you need to pack, but find yourself immobilized. What you predicted last Saturday as an upcoming Hell proved to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Your phone stopped working a week ago. At home, the tree is up, and the lights are lit (and you have yet to buy one person one present). Instead, you look back at the chaos of your first semester of college. Via instagram, of course.
Driving eleven hours with your parents, your stuff, and your hopes and fears.
First sighting of the Amish, still exotic.
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Talking nature walks with your first friend[s].
In the Great Hall at sunset.
Realizing your dorm has bats.
Feeling generally disappointed by liberal arts.
The novelty of Chipotle.
Getting distracted in Ascension.
Canvassing (and seeing the “real” America).
Reading outside, so collegiate.
Peirce people (and architecture) watching.
Olin past midnight.
Your perpetually empty mailbox.
When changing leaves distracted you.
- First frosty morning.
Ascension after dark.
Finding a farm.
Utica County, canvassing.
Seeing a play.
Michelle was here, held your hand.
You ate this sandwich.
Ohio has barns.
It got dark early.
It snowed, and your phone was dead. (Courtesy of Kate Klausner).