People who Eat Alone With Style. We've all been there, sometimes minus the paper and the books and the mail and the hectic rush. Eating a meal in the dining hall but two seats away from an intense conversation is good stuff. And, while we're on dining hall conversation topics, I'd also like to offer my appreciation for the folks who talk about really random stuff in really loud voices. The other day I overheard a very heated argument about the origin of the word pencil. Hmmm. That's great procrastinating trivia. I appreciate it.

Those Folks Down the Hall. You know, the ones who let you borrow their portable phone, or use their bathroom, or zip up your dress, or have quarters for laundry. The ones you run into on the stairs or waiting for the elevator who you have those great 1 minute conversations with. So many morning and afternoons and late nights made much more awesome because of you.

Random Folks Who Know Your Name. Here's to Sonia at Winthrop who refuses to call me anything but Kelly (my given name) or those TF's you had a year ago who still say "Hi Tiger" when they pass. Here's to that person you met at a party who says hi and stops and asks what's going on and listens for your answer, and that kid you know on the T.

The Late Night E-mailers. Thank you to those folks who made me feel not quite so alone, made that all-nighter fly by. No matter what random topic it was about, it helped to know that there was someone out there sitting at A computer, procrastinating, just like me. And, while I'm on this topic, a very special shout out to people who always e-mail back.

I could go on indefinitely. I'm sure we all have memories of people, whether extraordinarily close friends or people who've made us smile. It's scary to hold out the possibility of a continued relationship without knowing if we'll be able to follow up on it. It's tempting to say catch ya later, see ya soon, let's keep in touch, but harder to follow up on it, even when we want to. I have many friends who say they hate goodbyes, don't do them. And, for our closest friends, they're almost unnecessary. Because we will see each other again. But for those people who we're really not going to see, wouldn't it be great if we could celebrate our memories of those touching, silly experiences we shared, before we get out of Cambridge. And, in six months, if we're thinking back and starting to break into laughter, maybe they will be too.

Tiger Edwards '01 is a psychology concentrator in Winthrop House.