Well, here we are at the end of another school year. If you’re anything like me, you are wildly finishing papers, studying, and making those final social plans happen that you swore you would squeeze in back in second week. And, you’re living in a wasteland. It always ends up that Wednesday of ninth week is the last day I ever put away any article of clothing or sort through a single paper under the guise that “from this point on, I might as well be packing.” Oh, what fond memories I have of quarters of old — shoving piles of T-shirts into plastic bags and cramming them accidentally into my car along with several electrical appliances I should leave here and books I should have returned. As I look around at my junk piling up, it is hard to believe that at some point I desired each individual thing. Now, all I desire is to see it launched off the bluffs.