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Somehow, I never get used to Rutgers.

Charlie: Who owns the electromagnetic radiation coursing through your body right now?

Pete: Probably Verizon.

Dear England,

After long consideration, I am making the heavy-hearted decision to leave you. You truly have no idea how deeply you’ve changed me, how much your company has meant to me and how my spirituality has grown and flourished under your tutoring.

I remember the first time we met; I was young and naive and knew nothing of the world. But you showed me another side to this Earth unlike any I had known, one of mystery and wonder and complexity and ill-beautiful chaos. The other side.

You tested me this year, you really did. You held me down and made me struggle and at times I wondered how I would survive without those simple things to which I had become so familiar. And yet, it didn’t take long for me to become likewise familiar in your company.

The rains came and left. Winter turned to summer and to winter again, and the months became a year. Another September has come and nearly gone – and like the seasons, I vanish, only to return again.

Thank you for everything. You haven’t seen the last of me.

___

Heathrow, Newark, and that strange place in between known as the Atlantic. No aeroports for me, at least for a little while.

Once more through the streets of London, this time as tourists. Sort of.

Nick, Hugh, Ana, and Sofia and me, young, foreign and in London. A night tour of the Capital never seemed to so carefree.

These are the times to be missed.

Traflagar Square and other parts of Westminster, one last time at least for now. A sunny day with lots of pigeons and tourists and sunlight. In spite of all the traffic and the crowds of commuters, London is at peace – at least for now.

Somehow, I feel that I’ve been here before…oh wait. School is back in session – with a new name and some new faces, but otherwise unchanged.

The question of the night, from old friends, teammates, acquaintances, and random folk I don’t really know that well: “What are you doing here?” I suppose the answer varies, depending on how existential you want to get.

Perhaps its me being jaded and exhausted and generally deflated, but I didn’t think this disco was as good as last years? Just didn’t seem to be as fun for everyone, and I didn’t do much dancing, so maybe that’s it. Anyway, here are photos.

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So, on the final night of being a resident of SIAD, the MA students headed out to dinner for one last night of inside jokes and international antics.

Sadly, there was an air of stress about the table, and it was somewhat more of a mourning than a celebration. Onwards we go.

Tomorrow, we move out.

Twas the night before the exhibition and all through the house, everybody is stressed out and loosing their minds…

I don’t the photos can properly portray how much of a mess my bedroom was. My camera decided to break during the exhibition so I couldn’t actually take any pictures of my display but hopefully I will be able get a few from Mwenda or someone else.

Ugh. So exhausted.

Today we handed in our final projects. There’s not much else to say, it wasn’t very exciting.

There is so much to be said about my final project, but at this moment I am running on empty. My eyes hurt, I’m falling asleep, and my hand-eye coordination has gone to shit.

Afterwards, we hung out in the courtyard and drank champagne and later went to Cafe Rouge for dinner and excessive amounts of wine. Zero fell asleep on the couch, Paris was hassling him.