As I was walking out of Knox Hall yesterday with some classmates, one of them sighed. After a few quizzical looks, she fessed up to the source of her ennui on such a beautiful day. She had just walked out of her last ever class at Columbia – and it had not been particularly noteworthy. I don’t know if she was expecting something this cinematic, but I think it’s a damn shame that the girl didn’t get her catharsis.
Now you could well say she gets a slew of opportunities for the creation of a memorable last moment over the next few days.
