A sure sign of the end of frosh(-ness) is moving out. I'm officially evicted from Chestnut next Wednesday, but thought it was a good idea to move most of my stuff out today ahead of the rush.
The desk is now mostly empty except for the giant stack of MSE past finals to go through.
Living at Chestnut has been tons and tons of fun (all you amazing people), with the usual sucky parts of res mixed in (the nosy neighbours, increasing worse food, and the sketchiest elevators ever). It's going to be such a shame when we won't be able to have impromptu sgs nights and hours long dinners consisting of more laughing than eating.