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Moving out feels like moving in, and the additional nostalgia doesn’t help. I can’t believe freshman year—the only freshman year I’ll ever have—is over, and I don’t want to imagine how quickly the rest will go by. I turned to Pandora this morning, relying on music to fill this empty room, and funnily enough “Campus” by Vampire Weekend was the first song to play. Goodbye, college campus! I’ll be back soon. :)
Lori Nix sure knows how to make a diorama!
It’s not until you take a closer look that you’ll notice these are photos of miniature scenes.
posting this on my tumblr, of all things, but I have few outlets of expression, and maybe this will make people truly understand that what I’ve advocated against for three years now isn’t an arbitrary or distant issue—that it’s real and that it happens and that it’s worth fighting against.
While I was volunteering over spring break, I met a woman I liked right away (which is so rare for me!) and who I deeply admired. She was young and stubborn and funny. She told us the most amusing stories; we shared chocolate as we talked. I don’t know what else to say about her, how to sum it all up, but we knew each other, even if only for a very short time, and it was she more than anyone I knew I’d always remember.
I just found this out so I don’t know much, but last night her husband murdered her and abducted their daughter. There’s an Amber Alert out for her, but it’s rural West Virginia, and I really don’t know how successful they’ll be. Not that I’m not hoping, of course! We all are, and I really just can’t believe this happened…
I’m tempted to cancel this post; I don’t know how to end it. I feel like it needs closure, a final statement, but I don’t have anything left to say.