Last day of favourite class. Getting to the end of my degree. Only a few more assignments left. Extensions disbursed - no ask needed. More than enough time now. Time enough even to feel nostalgic.

In a mere week I may never have another reason to sit in the library ever again. Celebrating my favourite place now while I have the chance. The Hart House Library.

Remembering. Summer 2005 Katie and I walked through campus for the first time. I fell in love. Saw a lecture hall in University College. Its wood gleaming. Its podium showered in light. This is the kind of room people should study English in, I said.