... a series of moments spread across UNCG and ManMet. They were moments that could be defined by thousands of similes and adjectives that at some point would all be rendered superfluous and cliche -- up to and even including a day such as graduation. I rarely find myself thinking about a particular day in advance. Sure I anticipate it, yet I still simply let whatever happens, happen.
Undergraduate life has been over since May 12 and it concludes fully on Thursday, July 24. Between now and then I will spend time with my family who are making their own journey here. But my journey can only be summed up by a collection of photos that were all probably taken a great distance away from the classroom. Uni has been about blurry and barely focused photos of you on the shoulders of the tallest Dane wearing a banana suit you don't remember putting on, it is taking the mascot's head and putting it on, it is doing the three-point American football stance so your new friends can "feel American", it is being told your U.S. passport is fake as well as your accent, it is sitting in A&E at 4am with David Lomas because you can't extend your elbow due an injury sustained at ice hockey, it is another year with Andrew MacKinnon, it is naps on the way to Southampton football, it is making a decision to return to ManMet permanently because you just couldn't stay away, it is the Bands of Sparta, it is the dance moves that would make Chris Brown envious, it is the dougie and the cat daddy, it is being called Gunzy, it is Langlois-Gunn-Holder followed by Lowry-Wilson-Gunn, it is blocking a shot off the nook of your fibula and then having to drag yourself on one leg around Edinburgh the next day to sightsee, it is the Manchester Metros, it is being trusted to drive home from Solihull because Gino tore his hamstring, it is Ste Chorlton's "good morning" texts, it is multiple selfies with MacKinnon's pets, it is hospital selfies, it is friends who will drive all the way from Hull to visit, it is learning where one belongs.
There aren't words. There are just mere descriptions of moments better illustrated by the photos themselves:
