Today was the first day of senior year. (Again.) Once again, I get to play the grizzled old upperclassman who's been everywhere, seen everything, and treats everything with an air of jaded malaise. This time around, though, I know the drill. (Damn, is my last year of class boring, unimpressive and anticlimactic.) I know that this feeling goes away and in 12 months' time we'll all be freshmen all over again. (Assuming the LSAT goes as well as it needs to.) Yes, goodbyes will happen, but I've since learned that the truly special people stick around. (I can't stop listening to My Bloody Valentine, and the song 'Sometimes' stuck on repeat reminds me of Gabriela, the girl on the NYC train.) As happy as I am here, I can't wait to get out of this place. (They say college is the best years of your life - they obviously haven't found themselves alone in a strange place - sometimes 4 minutes is worth more to your heart than 4 years.) I've been here (senior year) before, but somehow it was more fun last time around. (I miss having tournaments and LANs every weekend.) I've come incredibly far in 3 years as a person. (But not far enough to stop me from continually having identity crises.) Bring on senior year - after all, it's at sunset when colors are the most vivid.