Friday, 2009 August 7 8:29 PM CDT — Grand Forks, North Dakota UNITED STATES
So, this is my last night here in North Dakota. I board a plane for Denver in about twelve hours. We (or whoever's still here) are going to the Moose one last time in a couple of hours. I'm really going to miss all the great friends that I made here. For some people, they keep coming back here not for the academics but for the close-knit community that exists at SIL. I can't really blame them. These are some of the most wonderful people that I know. Despite that, I am really eager to move back to Colorado and escape the academic pressure that we've all been under the past nine weeks.
I'm always going to cherish the memories that I made here just like I still do from two years ago. There were more people then and more regular trips to the Moose, but this year has had its wonderful moments too. Some of these people have already left or will be leaving soon, and I will never see them again. Others will be here next year, and, Lord willing, so will I. Despite the hardships of this year,1 I'm already looking forward to next year.
Quote to ponder: “Picking up the pieces of my sweet, shattered dream; I wonder how the old folks are tonight. Her name was Anne, and I'll be damned if I recall her face; She left me not knowing what to do.”
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My name is Daniel. I do what any pissy, twenty-five-year-old child of the millennium does: I blog. I just kept doing out when it went out of style.
Also, I'm very vague.