We were a little confused when Professor Scattolin began her speech, the type of speech that my cross country coach used to give at the end of a season, not at the end of a workout. Then it dawned on us. We looked at each other in disbelief. This was our last class? Yes. Putting on her coat, Cathryn remarked in a sort of daze that she had been looking forward to seeing her home and family but until that moment, she’d forgotten the implications of going home: you wont have Paris. She must not have read Hemingway.

This semester has passed extremely quickly. I think while I was bending over my studies, someone changed the date from November 30 to December 7. 

I’m so glad I dont have to say goodbye just yet.