
Millikan Pond in the morning light. I saw this sight a few times when walking to hand in a problem set after staying up all night.

View down the Olive Walk toward the Athenaeum. Olives fell from the trees during the summer, and the brick walkway became completely covered in crushed olives.

I have the most ambivalence about Dabney House. Having lived there for four years, it is the location with the most emotional draw. Simultaneously, it is a private residence of sorts, and I feel as though I'm intruding by walking through the House. The graffiti on the bathroom walls no longer look like art -- now they look messy.
I'm looking forward to getting a chocolate milkshake with chocolate chips, from the student coffeehouse.
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