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Dear Hamilton Weather Goddess,

Please make up your mind.  The other students and I are confused.  Let me recap my day:

8:15- Rain and green grass (in January!!)

8:45- Sheets of ice on the road (heels were a bad idea)

11:00- an inch of snow (change the heels for the uggs)

12:30- Biting cold winds

2:45- Sunshine and blue skies

Let me tell you--Al Gore would have a field day with our campus.  My first year, the winter coats came out in October.  Last year, I was wearing open toed shoes during December.  Call it global warming, call it climate change, call it weird luck, but its here. 

Today's sunshine makes me wish for spring.  In fact, I cannot wait to sit on the lawn and avoid my homework to the best of my ability. 

62.5% of the way there

Here's a challenge: let's see if my spring semester can be as productive as my winter break. Here's just a sampling of what I did:

--Went to England, France, and Wales
--Wrote 35 episodes of what will be an award-winning television show (I support the writers' strike, but c'mon, the poor college student I am would break it)
--Began my campaign for the 2028 presidential election under the assumption that 20 years of getting my name out there would work, but ended it later that day because I got bored
--Interviewed for and accepted an internship at Fredericksburg/Spotsylvania National Military Park in Virginia (highlight? it's up there)

As far as this semester (academically) goes, two of my profs are named Xan and Kiko, and I'm learning Old English. This seriously looks like a great year.

A Case of the "Last Times"

The final hoorah, the last sha-bang, the end of the party:  Whatever you want to call it, it's here. 

It doesn't seem possible that after what felt like a moment, seven semesters have flown by and only one remains.  This surreal feeling has accompanied the Class of 2008's return to campus and has left every senior with a case of the "last times".  As I drove on to campus late Sunday night, I couldn't help but think, "This is the last time I'm going to start a new semester here."  The next day, I realized that it was my last day of half classes, Tuesday was the last first day of normal classes, and last night was my last first night out on the town with my friends.  It's to the point that you even think to yourself, "This is the last first load of laundry of the semester," which of course practically brings you to tears.  And, as ready as we may all be for the real world, each night the seniors across campus send up a collective prayer that the next day go a little slower than the one before.