prospective weekend each year is a cold reminder that another academic year is almost gone. to be honest, i was kind of bored by the proceedings this time round, have developed a tolerance for eagerness and the passage of time. as in -- the newness is exciting, but no longer for me, and while i appreciate the thrill of transition, the unknown will-i-or-won't-i-get-in, i know that i can't have that any more; all i can do is eat reuben sandwiches and drink beer and feel gray and wise. the good thing about having an experience is that you've had it; the bad that you can only have that precise experience exactly once.