At the beginning of the semester, on my way to my first class ever in the Clark, I learned where the Kimball was. (It's on the opposite end of campus from where I thought it was...)
A week before school ends I finally stepped foot in the Spori for the first time. (The entire trip lasted about thirty seconds, and I saw about a quarter of the first floor.)
The beginning of the last week of classes/finals, I lost my icard. (I didn't realise I'd lost it until four days later.)
The penultimate day of the semester I learned where the Austin building was. (For that matter, I think I discovered where the Benson was, since I passed it going into the Austin.) I also accidentally wore flipflops on campus, and purposely parked in the parking lot despite not having a permit. Donuts have been the major food consumed throughout the day.
For the first time in our undergraduate career I had next to nothing to do during finals week, while Husband Man had a TON to do. (Normally it's the other way around.)
36 hours from now we will both be graduated from college.
We're feeling pretty awesome.
(That's a lie--Husband Man wants to strangle one of his teachers. But other than that...)
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