Sentimental, Frentimental

As a victim of the ever-so contagious disease of procrastination, my morning began more stressful than I had anticipated the night before. I finished my essay an hour before it was due, and received a message from my group mate asking to meet downstairs in 10 minutes to work on our debate. Not going to lie--when he asked I may still have been in my pajamas with teeth unbrushed and hair looking like a bird's nest after being scouted for eggs. Yes, I was a mess. But I made it down in 15 minutes and we were able to successfully finish our opening statement.

Today's class was full of entertainment, since a majority of the class was just spent debating. My team consisted of 4 intelligent individuals, and we were representing New York University in a case regarding Affirmative Action. I honestly felt so much more connected and involved in my new team compared to my previous one. Maybe it was a boost in confidence or the dynamic of my group that made me feel comfortable with speaking up; the world may never know. In any case, I definitely didn't feel like a deadweight to my group this time.

During midday break, Columbia had a jazz-and-popsicle event in front of Izabel's residential hall. It was rumored that these popsicles are "life-changing", so obviously we all had to check it out to verify. I chose the Red Velvet popsicle, as I found it to be rather peculiar. Intially, I had my doubts about such a concoction, but those soon went down into the fire after taking my first bite. Oh.my.gosh. Now, there's your basic  push pops, orange pops, fruit pops, etc. And then there's this gourmet popsicle that has convinced me to believe that heaven might actually be cold. This popsicle was AMAZING, it was like eating little red velvet mini dancing fairies and having them dance around in your tongue for a while. I hope that everyone gets the chance to taste this heavenly popsicle someday in their lives, otherwise they're truly missin' out.

Our afternoon session consisted of an abundance of cookies, chips, orange juice, and bittersweet goodbyes. My professor had arranged for today to be our "goodbye party", and we just sat on the grass and had some pleasant conversations with our classmates. I do wish that we had this type of bonding at the beginning of the course, as I felt that some of us really connected, which is pretty unfortunate since it was probably the first and the last conversation between some of us. There was an extensive amount of exchange of social media, so at least we'll always have that of each others! (Today was the first day I've ever gained more than two followers in a day! :D))

After taking an abundance of pictures, among which was a Constitutional Law "squad" photo, we all said our goodbyes and parted ways. The commuting students were the first to go, which was unfortunate since one of my friends was among that group. I met a lot of people during these last three weeks, typically consisting of awkward laughs and remarks about Con-Law. But when I met Rachel, it was different. The first time we ever talked to each other was so effortless and easy; our conversation flowed like the water on Maya Lin's women's table at Yale. Rachel was bluntly funny, honest, and sarcastic at times, and had one of the best personalities you could ever be exposed to. Unlike a majority of the students in the program, she went to public school like us, and really understood our struggles. I feel truly lucky to have made a friend like her, and I hope that we get to keep in touch.