Goodbye arts canteen.
Writing centre gathering over a while ago. Special guests who came to lavish us with praise and ply us with food. Ate too much. Now that everyone is gone, there are too many chairs. And it's too quiet.
And i'll be gone soon.
And when I get back, Charmaine, Michelle, Stasia and Zineng will be gone!
But my acceptance letter from Birmingham is finally here.
Gone.
Here.
Torn.
I was thinking how it might be comforting to have some sort of bizzare send-off ritual for the arts canteen, no, not like kill a frog at 11:59:59 and drink its blood or something, but maybe like walk once around the perimeter, backwards. Why? cause it's never been done before and you won't get to do it again. Or go round shaking the hands of all the canteen stall operators. Or order one dish from every stall and take a picture. Or do cartwheels along the corridor. Something.
A little closure is always comforting I suppose.
Or if you're nostalgic like me, it could fill you with a sense of longing and of how many other things could have been done.
The future marches relentlessly forward, dragging me by the heels, half-willingly, into another tomorrow.
Exams in exactly one week.
Tally ho.
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