a good omen to the college days

i guess i never realized how much this pandemic affected my hopes on what final year at uni would look like. it's as i sit here typing up the most monotonous philosophical reading that i think i am finally feeling it all.

no more tedious ethics lectures.
no more last minute coffees making me late to class.
no more catching up with friends at the spoke.
no more spoke bagels.
no more hopeful introductions to TA's and Professors in vain attempt to win their subjectivity in marking.
no more morning shifts at the psychology lab.
no more sucking of useful information from the grad and post doc students for my future marked with academia.
no more coding of affect.
no more resisting the allure of persistent friends to bring you out to the bar on a thursday night.
no more mental breakdown snapchats to the group chat.
no more swearing off boys because you should've known better.
no more midnight cram sessions with tiffany over sushi in my dimly lit college bedroom.
no more crying on the staircase in middlesex to my best friend maddie.
no more leaving my drive way five minutes before clocking in at urban.
no more walking into work and seeing all my best friends on shift with me.
no more roomie dinners and raptors game nights.
no more college.

it's as if in a blink of an eye, all these moments became memories.
and just like that, we were packing up 4 years worth of clothing,
stripping down memories from our walls and
leaving thoughtful gifts on our friends doorsteps
–an omen to the good old days,
an end we would have never imagined,
and goodbyes that came sooner than our hearts could catch up to.