Goodbye, For Now - A First Year Reflection

Chas Woodward (Class of 2018)

Chas Woodward (Class of 2018)

I'm in kind of a sad state right now. Missing my friends, packing my belongings, being slapped in the face with the reality of my futility. Uprooting myself from my beloved MPP, to try to strike out on my own in New York. Still unclear with exactly how long a New York minute is, or whether or not the city actually sleeps. I wrote a haiku to encapsulate what I'm feeling, hopefully some of you out there have similar feelings. Despair. Reluctance.

A year in review,
Dust blankets my apartment,
Sublease dilemma:

Excess groceries,
To eat or to leave for 'Sam,'
F&%k him, they can rot.