I know we haven’t always had the best rapport (card), what with all the Monday nights spent at the bars instead of the library and all the Reading Week Netflix binges. But if it weren’t for all those misspent hours drinking, watching TV, procrastinating, and failing to make sexy-time, I would never have embraced with the inner culture-nerd that I have so wholeheartedly become over the past four years. I have learned way more about the world and myself talking to interesting people and watching episodes of The Walking Dead than I could have ever learned in any astronomy class, or that one psych class with the drilldo. You have taught me how to manage my time with the things that I actually care about, and for that, I thank you. I will always remember you and carry you with me, especially when I finally develop mesothelioma from the asbestos in my shitty off-campus house. Here is to a new beginning.
PS: RIP MCA. I bumped a lot of Beasties in study sessions and parties alike. You will be missed.