junior year
August 26, 2003 2:39 a.m.
I've missed this. More than I care to admit, I missed the unending drama that comes with this life. I missed the quiet scratch of the doorjam as jaimek sneaks into my room for secret moments in the middle of the night. I missed the fresh feel of the first day of class and the look of terror on the face of a lost freshman. I missed the smell of the grass here, the sound of the trees, and the sight of the wildlife that haunts this campus.But I feel overwhelmed by the realization that two years are gone. I come to the sad realization daily that many friends have left this place for good and we will never again share a secret drink at our old haunts or sit below a fading streetlamp with latenight plunder.
A new era is beginning at CedarCrest, and I feel as if I am part of the old, a relic of a bygone time. An observer who can only remember the joy of the way things were and the beauty of the way we were.
rewind
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forward
