Endings, Part 2.
You're gonna walk across the court yard, this is how I'll remember you with your head high and strutting across the path. I'm gonna smile as if I'll see you Monday in class. This is how I'll remember you. These were the words of one of the girls I have had class with for the last year as we waved goodbye to one another knowing full well after that day we would likely never see one another again. We've sat together every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for two semesters in a row, somehow managing to be in the same musical theory class and then in the same journalism class. Wednesday was a hard day because it was my last day of classes ever at St. Thomas. Walking through the school felt different, it was the last time I would see it this packed and this alive. I told my theory professor what an honor it was to have learned under him, he was one of my favorites as he had written most of the books I had used in Criminology in my time here and his words were easy...