Slow down, fast train.

Slow down, fast train. DID YOU KNOW? In Guam, Hawaii, and Saipan, you can get SPAM at McDonalds. This week sucks. Well, for everybody else it sucks, because they had finals. Ruth 07, Mitra 07 and I 07 tried to make that a little more tolerable for our floor by preparing one of Conner 2s patented senior finals breakfastsevery year, its tradition that the seniors on Conner 2 make breakfast for the rest of the floor on the first day of finals. Since we cant half-ass anything on Conner 2, unless its every problem set I turned in this semester, we totally blew every other senior breakfast in history away and rocked our floor with eggs benedict, a frittata, fresh fruit smoothies, maple-glazed bacon, homemade coffee cake, and fruit salad served in portable hollowed-out melon bowls. Basically, its the greatest breakfast ever seen at MIT. But after that? Im at the start of a pretty big downer. First of all, finals are over, so Ive just been sitting here watching everyone else on my floor leave MIT forever and their rooms get scrubbed clean by Rosa, our friendly Portuguese cleaning assistant. Second, my parents are here this weekend, and weve started packing up my roomnever to be unpacked in Cambridge again. And finally, my beloved high school friend Shana stopped by to visit in Boston this week. Now, thats normally not such a big downer, but on Thursday I took her on a ten-hour walking tour of Boston that basically touched on every place in Boston I have ever been to, ever, including every random hole-in-the-wall restaurant that Ive fallen in love with over the past four tears. And that, I have to say, was a little wistful. Like how Tim Gunn cries at the end of every season of Project Runway. I think it all hit home last night, when we were standing in Toscaninis, which they New York Times has claimed, in some context-free quote, to serve the best ice cream in the world. Seriously, its not even the best ice cream in Bostonthat would be J.P. Licks, but it was too hot to walk across the river last night. Anyway, I was enjoying the utterly bizarre avocado tequila ice cream when Shana noted that they had a Sunday brunch menu on the wall. Yeah, Ive never tried it. I said. And, oh, nor will I ever, because Im not going to be in Boston for the next two Sundays. Oh well. So with all this going on right now, the moving and the packing and the touring, I feel kind of like a lonely Neko Case, standing onstage with my backing band and just sort of wailing Blacklisted into a red sky as an apocalypse of piano chords rains down around me. Slow down, fast train. Take me with you. That is what I am wailing. Seriously, yall. High School was slow. Slow slow slow! Slooooooooooooooow. S L O W. Okay, enough Lulu. But seriously. It was slow! Like, I was in high school for probably one thousand years, two hundred of which were spent just listening to our vice principal ominously call names to the office. MIT is like the craziest, bumpiest, fastest ride you will ever get on. Seriously. Wikipedia tells you Kingda Ka is the tallest, fastest, and most amazing roller coaster. And I hate to denigrate anything from New Jersey for fear of retribution by the mafia, or Laura, but the tallest, fastest, and most amazing roller coaster is an MIT education. I cant imagine anywhere else where I could have done more to pass the past four years more quickly or more ridiculously. I remember this like it was yesterdayI had just met Ruthie 07 the previous night when I was walking to my room for only the second time ever and somehow ended up going across the river for terrible greasy pizza at 1 AM. I saw her again at the activities midway, and I didnt know anybody at MIT because I didnt go to CPW or do any pre-orientation programs (let that be a lesson, prefrosh), and I totally forgot her name. But whatever. There were balloon animals, she made a squirrel, but we pretended it was a monkey, and she named it Bruce, because it was green and had hulking arms. Then we took it back to her room, which was 222A at the time, and hung it up in the window, probably much to the amusement of her roommate, which at the time was Nicola 07. I remember standing in the admissions office, mere steps from Ben Joness door, and having a conversation with Sue and Mitra 07 about fingerling potatoes, and somehow turning that into a joke about how Mitra and I were going to run the Boston Marathon. And then I remember my first marathon, when my heart was just a-flutter as we walked a quarter mile down the street so the policemen wouldnt see us jumping in, and having an Odwalla Super Protein bar in my left pocket, which I ate while going over a bridge, and how Mitra basically carried my sore legs through the last 6 miles of the 2007 marathon. I remember Lynn 05, and how she gave me my nickname, Spammy, within seconds of meeting me, and how she is still the most aggressively bizarre person I have ever met, and how we used to go on play-dates to restaurants in Harvard Square and Chilli Duck, and one time it was going to rain, and I thought that an insect crawled up my butt while I was walking down the street, and she was seriously concerned for me, but then it turned out everything was okay and we watched Zoolander. Then I remember saying goodbye to her after her graduation, and I only got to do that because I randomly saw her in the Prudential Center, and all she said was, Okay, bye Spammy, by the way, take all my dishes! All my dishes, yah? I remember voting against Rick Santorum in Killian Court under what must have been the bluest sky in history. I remember taking differential equations homework on a ski trip Freshman year, and learning about laplace transforms while we melted skittles in a saucepan just to see what would happen. I remember meeting French Horn Guy within my first 6 hours at MIT, then never talking to him again until a beautiful reunion in a senior seminar. With Pulitzer Prize-winning composer John Harbison. I remember buying a pair of pink pants on my first trip to Garment District, then destroying them because I forgot you dont iron polyester on high. I remember taking my first two exams, 5.112 and 18.022, on the same day, and thinking I failed both of them, and having a weekend of terrible suspense and then finding out I got a 98 and 99 on them. Conversely, I remember getting a 40 on an exam and stapling a hole in my finger on the same day, and then blogging about it like two hours after that. I remember an exam with an average of 44, and a final that made people cry, that nobody was even working on when I looked around. I remember drawing a picture of one of my TAs playfully impaling the professor for that class with the flag of Italy and swearing at him in her delightful broken English. That was during a kind of boring lecture. I remember losing at DDR during orientation in the basement of Random Hall to a guy who was wearing something like a roll of paper towels on his head. I remember the first time I went to Pour House, not on a Saturday because I didnt know any better, and Ruth got two hamburgers and I ate all the french fries because theyre my favorite food. I remember walking across campus with Stella 07 to deliver one of her problem sets and retrieve my bike, and she saw some ice on the ground that someone had dumped out of a refrigerator, and she asked if it was snow, because shes from California and it was hilarious. I remember when there used to be this really awesome fountain at the Christian Science Monitor building and the water shot out in a perfect torus, so if one of the spouts wasnt working you could crawl inside and run around under a spray of water, and how Ive tried to go there on like five separate dates, but its never turned on anymore. Okay, so this has just turned into some stupid list of all my sad memories, like Im some sort of emo Walt Whitman. But seriously, my point is that this is all one gigantic stupid sad memory in my mind, like I really just got here yesterday and made a green balloon monkey and bred fingerling potatoes while running a marathon and then started failing tests, and then I visited the Mary Baker Eddy library after a night at Harvard and then Ruth ate two Kansass, much to our waitresss surprise, all before I pulled three consecutive all-nighters and my TA had to wake me up after a biochemistry lecture. Readers, readers. Seriously, enjoy every single second you have at MIT, because there are far fewer than you think. EVERY SECOND! No pressure or anything. Whoa, I just realized that an emo Walt Whitman would actually be pretty awesome. I have Heard of a Glass, that can only spill that which in It is Containd. Theres more to say about leaving and what Im thinking right now, but this entry is long and depressing enough, so Ill try to post an entry on American Idol or something in between. Seriously, have you seen Kelly Clarksons new video for Never Again? Love it!!