two more weeks
Two weeks my life as I know it ends. Funny how that can happen, when I’m not even the one graduating. After pretending that I’m part of the class of 2004 for three years these next two weeks will be reminder after reminder that I’m not part of that class. but yet I’m not part of the class of 2005. Just like I’m not peruvian, but I’m not american. And I’m not computer science, but I’m not an art major…