...that's it.
So I'm going to leave you with an unordered list of 25 things I may or may not miss about my first year of college:
- waking up and hearing NPR in the bathroom
- when haircuts in the hallway became normal
- constantly checking my pockets for my keys (I'm still doing this)
- developing a loving relationship with BART
- selective listening, employed at all times, especially in the bathroom and when Mariah had people over
- how the fourth floor always went through Crossroads by what seemed like a backwards route compared to all the other people I have dined with
- the horrible hip-hop and pop blasting in the bathroom
- having second thoughts about animal products all the time now
- swapping horrible roommate stories (Horrible Roommate stories as well as horrible Roommate Stories, not that I had many of either)
- the taste of Berkeley tap water
- hot tea, taken like a drug
- incredibly fast internet
- discovering the heater during wintertime
- having someone to burst into random, internet-induced laughter with
- the little hole in the bedpost, into which fit perfectly our keys
- that time Amman got our trash cans stuck together
- learning people's schedules by when they ate dinner
- helping Bryan smuggle a loaf of bread and peanut butter out of Crossroads
- having a really OCD setup of my stuff on my laptop before going to sleep (wristwatch face-up on the left, cell phone face-down on the right, keys pointing toward door, glasses parallel to bed, hair tie between keys and glasses)
- oatmeal for breakfast every bloody day
- sending good vibes to people during exams
- rolling up the legs of my pajamas so they wouldn't drag on the bathroom floor
- the ten half-flights of stairs, which I always pretended were test percentages in increments of ten, so that I would have to get to 100%
- Kim's room as sanctuary
- the first shower, and the fourth stall
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