This is the way the semester ends, this is the way the semester ends, this is the way the semester ends

Interior monologue on my way to class tonight:

This is the last time I will ever walk shivering past the History building, the last time to call Michele next to the painted bench, this is the last time I will decide against getting a coffee from the cart to warm my fingers up, this is the last time to go down these steps to go up these steps to go up these other steps, this is the last series of notices on the bulletin board about summer programs I cannot afford to attend, the last time I will enter this classroom to sit through the–

This is the last “class cancelled” sign I will ever see at SFSU, the last time I will stand foolishly in front of the door uncertain whether this might be an elaborate prank or not, this is the last time I will feel a little bit betrayed by a professor, this is the last this is the last this is

Oh, hey. It’s over.