I’ve spent a good part of my day today thinking about what little time I have left at Wabash before I get out for the summer.  Three weeks.  Three weeks and my freshman year will be over.  I have two long papers to write, two short papers, several final exams and then I’m out of here.  It’s weird thinking back, because at first it seems like I haven’t been here all that long, but when I really start to think about it I realize I’ve done a lot of stuff this year.  It’s been crazy, all that stuff.  I’ve learned a lot.

            Aaron Cantu, my roommate, had this to say about the year: “It’s been a fun and stressful time, but it’s about time it dies.”  I guess that’s all we’re going to get from an Art major.  Wait, he has more to say: “I really enjoyed the pool thing, Mike.  I don’t know what else to say.”  Hmm.  He’s talking about sitting out in our courtyard, in a baby pool, eating burgers and hanging out last Friday.  That’s his fondest memory from this year.  Great.  I wasn’t at the house Friday afternoon.  I’m sorry I missed this wonderful thing, this pool party.

            This is a horrible retrospective entry.  I’ll write something more inspiring a couple weeks from now.