Before We Go
In September, 9 months seemed an impossible amount of time. It had the ring of something generous and warm, stretching out before me in a mile of untamed potential.
The farewell of month 9 did not loom large. As we reach May, it embraces us from behind, expected and unexpected, patient and inevitable.
The best part of a farewell is the opportunity for closing remarks. To summarize, to reflect, to commiserate, to commemorate. To say what was previously unsaid.
Anonymously submitted by YSoA students
If I hear one more British accent, I’ll scream.
Not a secret that I’m going to miss you all.
I’m afraid I haven’t processed anything.
I stole a handful of diamonds once.
I think Sunil is really hot.
Fuck the critics! Do work you love.
There is no “Ctrl + Z” in life…
Who is the tape thief?
I know who did it.
Wear more jewelry, then put on more on.
Everything was OK until Tuesday.
It was GREAT.
aA. That is all.
I had feelings that were not mutual in the building.