I now know plenty of information that I just know I'm going to need sometime in my future career. I know that the Kwakiutl Indian tribe rubbed fish oil on their clothes during the winter, Albert Einstein played in a quartet when he moved to Princeton, New Jersey in 1940, I learned that Neils Bohr recieved a coded message on a piece of microfilm hidden in a key when he was in Denmark during WWII, I've watched just about every Richard Feynman video on YouTube there is about physics, and I've seen watermelons and cantaloupes shot from a catapult being operated by a man in with a fake British accent. Yup. This was a great year.
If it wasn't for this school, there is no way I would be the person I am now.
The last day was . . . well . . . the only way I can describe it is bitter-sweet. I couldn't have made it through the year without all the great people I've met, and now I won't get to see them for a whole three months. We celebrated the end of the year by eating pizza and Twinkies and laughing our heads off at nothing at all.
1:00 came, and I couldn't stop giving everybody hugs and telling them how much I'd miss them and how they'd better email me every day. I received a friendly farewell slap-on-the-face from Kaity (don't ask), and nobody needs to know that I cried right along with Jasmine when we said goodbye to everyone.
But, even though I will miss everybody terribly, I think I'm ready for summer. Now only one question remains unanswered:
WHY IN THE FREAK IS IT RAINING OUTSIDE?!
