I only wish this didn't have to end, but all good things must, after all.

I'm a bit at a loss for words to describe this feeling now. It's like you have a cup full of nothing left. You still have the cup, but it's contents have all seeped away. It's like an empty shell, and you know the refill won't taste the same because you've found the perfect mix for your drink, but couldn't keep the recipe.

And that is how I feel about 1T33 separating. The cup is the school, the place. You look at it and at once you're flooded with all the memories, and the longing in your heart for what has come and gone gets to you. You're reminded of where you and everyone else sat, of the times you skipped lectures to play cards with your friends, of going out with your class, things like that. And you want to bring it all back, grab hold of it and never let go. But just like grabbing sand it just trickles away once you no longer have the strength to hold on tightly enough.

The contents of the cup are the people, of the friendships forged. But as the people leave for other schools, everything becomes different, doesn't it? Sure you can stay in contact, meet up once in a while to catch up, but it's just not the same as hollering to the class to ask whether they all want to go for lunch after school.

Thank you 1T33 PAE '07 for the memories. I'll never forget, ever.