Walking up to the ceremony, and back from it, I was reminiscing quite a bit. I passed Stoddard, and thought of all the people I knew as a freshman, from my dorm, and from Stoddard B, across the courtyard. I thought of
I'm still friends with Chantal and with Sarto (that is, I actually talk to them without just running into them), and of course, Fargo.. who was an upperclassman when I arrived, and has still not graduated. Heh.
The weather reminds me very much of a similar day 4 years ago - my last day of classes at my highschool. I remember sitting there and thinking that it was too cold, that the school year couldn't be over yet, that my highschool time was so close to being over. In fact, I only had one exam left to take at that point. It seems such a short time ago.
I'm marginally in touch with a few friends from highschool -
I'd also like to get in touch with Alison Schmitt. She was a freshman when I was a senior; this means she's finished her first year in college now. I'd like to get a hold of her & talk to her, but I have no valid contact information for her. (And there are lots of Schmitts in the phone book). If anyone knows how to contact her, I'd be grateful if you passed on the info.
Wow. It has been a short four years, and a long musing entry. Tomorrow, I serve as an usher for graduation. I wonder what the winter graduation (that I, my two roommates, and