Northeastern Blues


This was a great year, but the split between classes and finals may actually leave a perverted desire for more classwork that is only fun in hindsight. This is mainly only for the nostalgia of the fresh experiences, the air and the buzz of the campus, and the busy shuffling people bound by learning. It is a great place to be alive stuck in Boston, but packing brings up the inevitable end to the introductory year of college. Through silence, there is the blue feeling of abandonment and parting with the familiar and bustling university. I may be waxing way too much for just a 4-month summer break, but Northeastern, I love you, and I will be back!