It seems that good things aren't the only ones that end

Because right now, as I type, I am sitting in my very last statistics class ever.

Sadly, it also happens to be the final class of my undergraduate career.

I feel as though I should do something ritualistic and reverential to mark the end of my undergraduate career, like at the very least pay attention to class. But it's stastics. They GIVE YOU a COMPUTER. And then they expect us to focus on.... math? Really Kenyon College? Really?

And now... my final dismissal. And my final exposure to the torando alarm.

The Gambier Metro on a Polaroid

The Gambier Metro on a Polaroid, originally uploaded by completely_spotty.

Annie Lambla's contribution to the Kenyon Performance Art Festival: the Gambier Metro.

Here, Far Rockaway comes to Bexley Hall. Surreal and beautiful.

Second post, same as the first

Which means basically void of any real intellectual value, and produced because I'd rather write it than my now long overdue paper. I promise I will get to explaining the Eliot soon! Promise promise promise. Also, I promise a post on how weird the Pre-Raphaelite obsession with Ophelia is, and what the hell that has to do with Hello Saferide.

For serious guys, I am going to write smart things here someday.

But for now, all I really have to say is this: I want to be live in New York and be a YA author, just so I can hang out with these guys.