Shannon Costello

The last class meeting was today, during final exam week. We ate chicken and rice and brownies and chips and were all required to give an informal talk about our projects. Nobody wanted to be there. When the professor stepped out of the room one girl reminded everyone not to talk for too long. The profesor himself was after us to ask questions, but even he was determined to end early. I couldn’t use my painstakingly prepared power point slide because of time.

I felt sad as I left the class alone, feeling too introverted to talk. I noticed the magnolia trees…the flower buds were scrawny and green. A bird sang from his perch atop a gutter. The bookstore had that end of the semester look with buyback posters and empty shelves…way too early to buy books for the summer term, that was for sure.

The end of learning in Hispanic Linguistics II was depressing. Today wasn’t really a learning day…the push to get out was palpable. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, I suppose. It was just the end. I was just gloomy about leaving an environment where I learned so incredibly much.

Oh well. Summer session starts in two weeks. The magnolias will be in full bloom by then.