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| It�s hard to order my thoughts� writing as I walk up the stairs to class. I see things that I just have to write down; to share. I first noticed it this morning, as I walked to the library� the lack of people but the sensation was buried under the wonderful feelings of fall- the cold air the slightly overcast skies the atmosphere of the approaching holidays and winter. Again, I noticed the emptiness as I walked to my first class. the slow, four minute walk showing me only a few other pedestrians. The walk back was a blur, my mind on other things, though I don�t remember what they were even now, not even a half hour later As I walk to my last class of the day, once again I noticing how empty the campus looks� everyone having left for their homes already, it seems. The lure of missing a day or two �or possibly four� of classes seemed to be drawing people away rather than the promise of spending time at home with families and old friends. But I�m still here, seemingly a sole witness and observer to the emptiness of a college campus in the days before Thanksgiving break. |