Short Review of Year
I dreaded finals. Not for the studying and stress, but for what they symbolized: an end. A conclusion to a year that always felt like a dream, never a reality. Between memorizing dates and formulas, I spent multiple showers mumbling all that came to my mind about all that the world I jumped into had taught me. I found that the most poetic and interesting dialogue came from simply mumbling while water dripped into my mouth and down my face. Only sometimes if the poetry was too powerful did it force me to stop and wipe the water off. I started writing this review in November. I had thought about all I would say at the end on the first day of school. All the beauty I would pay tribute to, all the gratitude my words needed to express. I wondered what I would be thinking when there would be nothing left but to click my seatbelt and pull it tight on the plane. When the time came, I thought about nothing. ...