Not Quiet..

...a sense of de ja vu when I entered the room where it all started. Not at all.

This time, I sat with my head resting on the table and wondering... ..thinking about how it had all gone down over the past two years.

It was my last day at the institute and I was feeling odd. Odd about not feeling odd. Not that I want to feel it. But a feeling of resentment towards this terminal point of the course.

I've learned a lot, having found great friends as well as comrades that will (hopefully) stick around for a score or two. It's a funny time when the 'exit feeling' just won't sink in.

And how I long for it not to.