It's a good thing I'm a senior. I went home last weekend, and on my return, for the first time ever, I wasn't even the least bit tickled to tell the cab driver my destination. Not a bit of a smile leapt to my face as the Weeks Footbridge came into view. Nothing but malaise hit me when, 45 minutes and $30 later, the cab dropped me off in front of Leverett House.

The fact is, after a while, all those red bricks and Veritas shields begin to take their toll. One day, probably one day this spring, I'll start getting gushy and sentimental. But right now, after three years and one month of Harvard classes, Harvard Dining Services, Harvard Yard and The Harvard Crimson, I'm finally getting jaded and feeling ready for the real world; I'm finally starting to get sick of this place.

What am I getting sick of?

I'm getting sick of reading for section, and even sicker of not reading for section.

I'm getting sick of good TFs and sicker of bad ones.

I'm getting sick of buying sourcebooks and coursepacks.

I'm getting sick of the Widener steps and the revolving doors of the Science Center. I'm getting sick of the Loker Coffeehouse and the Greenhouse (both Greenhouses).

I'm getting sick of Telnetting into Hollis.

I'm getting sick of OCS, PBH, VES, RSI and the Bureau of Study Counsel.

I'm getting sick of bell-ringing beef, and of people talking about bell-ringing beef in The Crimson.

Without a doubt, I am already sick of the Undergraduate Council.

I'm sick of professors, deans, department chairs and Harvard chairs.

I'm sick of 90-minute sections, Core lotteries and grad students with strange British accents. (In fact, I'm sick of grad students altogether.)

I'm sick of response papers and reaction papers.

I'm sick of Aristotle, Locke, Kant, Mill, Nietzsche, Foucault and, especially, Habermas.