"These are the days
These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

These are days that you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
It's true
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you"

-10000 Maniacs


One of my roommates is leaving today. Some people from my floor started leaving last night. At dinner, there was just an awkward silence, when we wanted to speak and say all the things we never told each other this past year. I have to pack up my things tonight, and I check out tomorrow.

Its so odd to live somewhere for a whole year--a place I never thought I would call home--yet this semester I started calling it that. My house and my home, now two different things. I grew attached to this fire hazard of a hall...but most importantly I grew attached to the people I met here. Its ok though, we're all pretty much living in the same building, or if not the same building, across the street, so we will have plenty of good memories ahead of us. We just have to live through three months of summer.

I can finally say that I love Temple University. I don't love the beaurocracy of the place, but its the people that make this place awesome. You never saw that being a commuter for two years. I'm sorry you never got to have this experience, but I'm even more sorry that I let your views cloud my own the first semester.