This is right outside my apartment door and how I have walked to class everyday this semester. Usually more than once a day. And it is a long 15 minute walk to class, let me tell you. Here is where the boys soccer team was constantly practicing (I think they practice more than you could ever imagine), and where it was freezing and nine million degrees and had the dread of going to class and the relief of being done with class. Tomorrow morning will be the last time I ever walk to class from here to take my last final. Tonight was my last Thursday night social work class. I've had a social work class with the same professor, who I really like, every Thursday night for the past 3 semesters. And now I won't ever again. Isn't it weird when things like that are over?
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