Confused students hold that heavy load peering into their car that once seemed so large. Questions abound like "How did I fit this in 9 months ago?" and other questions like "Where did all of this stuff come from?"
The treck from the room to the car resembles the owl trying to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the center. How many trips from the room will it take? These students have learned a lot, they have grown up. The feel more mature, more cultured, and more learned. If these testaments are true, one might not ever know.
There time here was full of memories. If only these walls could talk. Full of late nights, study parties, mischieve, and all kinds of stuff. Being a student is so much more when you actually live on campus. The experiences you share are like none other.
Dad now tries his hand at fitting that last tub into the car, with his tongue sticking out and a squinched up eye he manages to squeeze it in.
The trash is all out, the room is clean, and summer is officially starting.
The parking lot is empty, the halls bare. The building is resting. She needs it, she has had a crazy year and is looking forward to many more.
My life is so full of adventure and craziness... :)
J
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