"that's all, folks!"
So, living on the fifth floor this year has had its ups and downs. I'm exhausted once I reach the fifth floor. No one wanted to visit our suite. In fact, I didn't even want to visit my own suite.
But then again I also got an amazing leg workout each day. It was relatively quiet on our floor. And passing all the other rooms on our way up, I met some cool people. I smiled at the cleaning lady whenever I passed by, I shared exhausted walking-up-to-the-fifth/sixth-floor faces with the guys across the hall and the guys upstairs.
And because students keep their doors cracked open, we can't help but get to know everyone's regimens and quirks. There's the girl who seems to ALWAYS be at her desk typing up some paper, no matter what time of day. There's the room on the first floor with all the fancy paintings. There's the suite that always wrote some song of the day or song lyric on the white board outside the door.
The song titles and lyrics were usually pretty random--or, at least, I wasn't in on the inside joke. And sometimes they were superbly appropriate. For instance, after one of Yale's Safety Dance, a dance notoriously known for sending at least a handful to the hospital with alcohol-related injuries, the song of the day the morning after was Taio Cruz's "Hangover" (which is an awesome essay-writing song when you're not feeling too enthusiastic or inspired, just btdubs).
But Tuesday, the last day of finals, the eve of move-out day, the white board said "That's all, folks!" Being the super nostalgic person I am, I smiled to myself whenever I passed by on my way up or down to my room.
It's been an amazing year. I took such inspiring and thought-provoking classes, I wrote really cool essays, and I got to know some talented and accomplished professors. It was a blast just running around campus with my friends, going on late-night food runs, belting out Kappa songs, lying out on the hammocks and meeting new people.
I am in such shock that it's already been two years. I know the next two will be filled with just as many unpredictable, enlightening, one-of-a-kind moments. Moments when I can't stop laughing, when I can't help but cry...moments that I know I'll want to treasurer forever, moments that simply go by way too fast.
Yale, once again I have fallen in love with you. I will miss you this summer--tons. Fifth floor, I believe our love-hate relationship is ending on a positive note. I will miss you, too--in some weird way. Friends, it will be a few months but I know once we all move back in the fall we'll pick up right where we left off. I'll see you then.