The campus is different. I can't quite put my finger on it.
Actually, yes I can. Sophomore summer is no longer; the air is colder, leaves are falling and the Class of 2008 is gallivanting around the globe. I'm going to quarantine myself until I get over my contagious disease or the '08s come back. Whichever comes first.
Oh, hi, tens, nines and sevens, I'm glad you are here. It would be lonely without you since the eights are gone. Just stop crowding Collis.
