Time to Go Home

The end needs to come now. Two days ago I found myself crawling on the dining hall floor vacuuming under the tables only to find myself later that day crawling through the underworld translating Plato. Last night I walked through the middle of a water fight and somehow managed to stay dry. I understand a professor when he describes someone using Greek and don't understand my own boyfriend when he tells me in English what his plans are for the evening. Then this morning I come to find that there is a pillow for ransom in the Red Hill dorm.