As I see them preparing, I play my part, but from a distance. I do, after all, have two more terms here, a thesis yet to write, all those applications and career plans in front of me. As they pack to leave, I think about storage and when to return in the fall. With the closest, my roommates, I haven't talked much about when I will see them next; I guess I am too used to them being down the hallway or across the common room. For many others from the past four years, such conversations would be silly. We have fought, or simply grown apart, and so, as I see them across the dining hall, I know that this glance may be all that we will share. I am a Harvard College student a year apart, now. As they all graduate, I will be on a plane, toward my summer internship.
To the Class of 2000, I guess this is my way of saying goodbye.
Adam I. Arenson '00-'01 is a history and literature concentrator in Lowell House.