Cheerio...bah.

So tonight I went over to the Reynold's and sat on the edge of their warm pool letting my feet dangle, watching me and my friend's faces projected on the side of the wall. I nibbled crumpets with strawberry preserves and sipped my piping hot earl gray. We played classical music and laughed as we reminisced about the sensational time we all had in England beginning of the summer. We made fun of Miss Shubert and sang "Jerusalem" and planned the next battle between Jason and Fatigati. And for a fleeting moment it was like we were all back there.

Just as soon as it started, the party was over and I found myself clutching my ID card standing outside the lower campus gate wishing that more than anything, despite the fact that I was starving, sick, wearing dirty clothes, walking dozens of miles a day and sleeping less than 4 hours a night, that I could just go back for one day.

It's kind of pathetic, but you would too if you romped around the English countryside for a good portion of the summer and how found yourself contained within 4 walls with your nose in Thomas Aquinas for 7 hours.